[JaeHo] Intermezzo
Title: Intermezzo
Pairing(s): JaeHo (top!Jae)
Length: One-shot
Word count: 2000~
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Unapologetic smut. Really.
Notes: Yes, yet another SM concert smutfic XD Cause Jaejoong and Yunho are too damn hot for their own good and I couldn’t resist ;P
Dedicated to Katya (♥!), as a thank you for a lovely, lovely evening of insane fanspazzing. I love you so hard, baby >=D♥♥♥
And lots of love to Rae for being an awesome beta, as usual X3♥♥♥
Standing beside Jaejoong on stage right now is dangerous, Yunho thinks, waving at the screaming sea of fans in front of him and stealing glances at the lead singer. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t get enough of him. Not before, and definitely not now.
He inches closer to him, curls his arm around his neck - loosely, just a friendly, easy gesture - and Jaejoong curves his body in his direction in a way that’s almost completely reflexive, except Yunho can see the little sly smile that blossoms at the corners of his lips, half hidden by dark wet bangs but not quite, a smile meant for the leader to see. Jaejoong’s damp shirt clings to his back like a second skin, and Yunho feels the heat of his body under his palm, imagines running his hands across naked, warm skin, and his fingers tighten briefly around Jaejoong’s bicep.
The lead singer casts him a glance from over his shoulder; it doesn’t last a second, but it’s enough for Yunho to see the smouldering look in his half-lidded eyes, and he feels his stomach tighten in a way that has little to do with concert high.
They walk backstage with their bandmates and the other artists, never leaving each other’s side; they aren’t even touching, but Jaejoong’s arm is aligned with his and the back of his hand brushes against Yunho’s with every step they take, making his skin tingle like a jolt of electricity. Jaejoong is doing it on purpose, Yunho knows, and wouldn’t mind the slightest if they weren’t in the middle of a concert and acting like horny teenagers unable to keep their hands off each other.
Jaejoong catches Yunho’s gaze - the leader hadn’t even realized he was staring at the other singer’s lips openly - grins in a predatory way and flicks his tongue across his lips. He does it slowly, deliberately, and Yunho has to close his eyes and fight back a moan.
“Give me a second” Jaejoong mumbles in ear, pressing against him briefly, and then he’s gone. Yunho watches the lead singer corner Yoochun and whisper something to him, watches Yoochun’s expression change from disbelief to amusement to fond exasperation; the younger man nods and says something to Jaejoong with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“Twenty minutes. We have twenty minutes before our next performance starts,” Jaejoong says, returning to his side, “Yoochunnie said he’ll cover up for us.”
Jaejoong’s dark, dark eyes burn into Yunho’s soul and he nods wordlessly, too focused on not kissing him senseless right there in the middle of the crowd of singers and staff to utter a coherent response. The lead singer curls his fingers around Yunho’s wrist - his touch burns too, heat seeping into his skin like fire and making him want more, more -, tugs on his arm impatiently, leads him away through the labyrinth of corridors and rooms.
Fuck, where’s an empty room when you need it? Yunho thinks as Jaejoong drags him into an empty hallway and backs him against the wall, grazes his teeth against the tender skin of his exposed throat with unmistakable hunger. Dangerous, so dangerous, that’s what this whole situation is, but his body answers automatically and a moan escapes his lips, his fingers grip the front of Jaejoong’s shirt to crash their mouths together.
The kiss is far from gentle: it’s bruising and feverish, delirious, and Jaejoong kisses back with the same ferocity, bites down on Yunho’s bottom lip and soothes the burn with a quick swipe of his tongue, apologetic but not quite; the leader growls low in his throat and forces his tongue into the other’s mouth, feeling Jaejoong’s feral grin against his lips when their teeth click together and their tongues mesh against each other.
He’s the first to pull away, the awareness of being in a far from private place nagging at the back of his mind with irritating insistence; but Jaejoong’s lips are flushed cherry red and Yunho stares at the delicate shape of his mouth, imagines it wrapped around his cock and shivers.
“Why did you stop?” Jaejoong murmurs seductively, breathing hot hair into Yunho’s ear. “Tired already, leadersshi?”
Yunho grins and catches Jaejoong’s wrists, starting to draw the smaller singer to himself and then spinning him around abruptly; Jaejoong hits the wall with a surprised yelp, and the leader presses him against it, still blocking his wrists to prevent him from moving.
“Not at all.” Yunho breathes, brushing his lips across Jaejoong’s soft cheek; he traces the shell of the lead singer’s ear with his tongue, lays a finger on his mouth to muffle his whimpers as he bites down on a soft earlobe.
“Where did that dance move of before come from?” he asks suddenly. “That was…unexpected.”
Jaejoong looks up at him with bright, insolent eyes. “I do pay attention during dance practice, Yunhoyah,” he purrs, and Yunho feels the vibration of his laugh against his lips.
“Funny, I’ve always thought otherwise,” the leader observes, dotting his words with a line of small kisses along Jaejoong’s jaw.
“Depends on the teacher.” Jaejoong captures Yunho’s lips, kisses him with the same fierceness as before, and when he slides his thigh between the younger man’s legs and rubs it against the erection straining his pants Yunho’s mind goes blank for a moment.
“And besides, I was tired of being the only one who went weak at the knees just because of a dance performance,” he says devilishly, rolls his hips against Yunho’s and smirks when the leader gasps and has to cling to his neck for support.
“Fuck, Jaejoong, not here” he chokes out, fisting the back of Jaejoong’s shirt - to push him away, or maybe to pull him closer, he doesn’t know himself. Jaejoong nods, suddenly looking a little more serious than before.
“Van?” he says in a hushed whisper, “We still have fifteen minutes left.”
Yunho nods, and they flee from the crowded building and the curious stares, but it’s only when the night air hits their flushed skin and a gust of wind blows cold rain in their faces that Yunho grips Jaejoong’s hand tight and they run together through the deserted car park.
Jaejoong shoves him into the backseat of the van before climbing in himself and straddling the leader, grinding against him so roughly that Yunho feels a high-pitched cry leave his own lips. He claws at Jaejoong’s ass blindly, fumbles with the lead singer’s shirt until he reaches naked skin, desperate to touch him. Jaejoong shakes his shirt off his shoulders, and he attacks the smooth, toned expanse of his chest with hungry kisses, traces the muscles with his tongue and tastes rain and sweat. It’s dark, but his mouth finds an erect nipple without fail, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh and ripping moans of pleasure from Jaejoong’s throat, making the lead singer sink his nails into the leather of the seat.
Yunho’s fingers work quickly on Jaejoong’s belt, opening it just enough to allow him to unzip his jeans and shove a hand down the front of his underwear to curl his fingers around his cock; Jaejoong hisses and sinks his teeth into Yunho’s shoulder, not hard enough to bruise but enough to leave tiny imprints on his skin.
“Hurry up and lose your clothes, Yunho” he growls, raking his nails down the leader’s clothed back; Yunho grips the hem of his black wifebeater and tries to take it off, but Jaejoong stops him, hooks it behind Yunho’s neck instead; Yunho can see his toothy grin even in the dim light.
“I wanted to fuck you right there on stage, before” he breathes into the younger man’s ear, and Yunho shivers and moans helplessly, aroused by Jaejoong’s words and by the fingers that skitter across his chest to tease his nipples.
“But I didn’t like seeing you dance with her” he says, something like aggressiveness underlying his voice, and it’s Yunho’s turn to smirk. He slides his hands up well-muscled arms, up to cup Jaejoong’s cheek and pull him down for a smouldering kiss.
“You know who the one I dance for is,” he mumbles against the older man’s lips, feeling them curl in a feral, possessive smile. Jaejoong’s fingertips press harder into the muscles of Yunho’s stomach, down to brush across the elastic band of his underwear teasingly before he unbuckles the leader’s belt and cups his straining erection through the cotton of his underwear. He gasps, arches his back to meet Jaejoong’s touch, but the lead singer pins him down and finishes peeling Yunho’s pants and underwear off him, till they pool around his ankles.
“I want you to dance for me now, Yunho” he murmurs, voice thick with desire and dripping temptation, sinfully sweet in Yunho’s ears. “Dance around me as I fuck you, Yunhoyah.”
Yunho trembles, Jaejoong’s words almost sending him over the edge right there and then. He hears his lover fumble around for his bag, rummaging into it for the small, incriminating tube hidden in one of the inner pockets; hears the soft sound of the cap being popped open and whimpers quietly when a cool, slick finger breaches him, curling inside his body. He takes a deep breath, trying to relax his muscles while Jaejoong prepares him quickly, adds a second finger and then a third and stretches him open.
“Enough” he pants, swallowing Jaejoong’s protest of no, it’s not with a kiss as he reverses their positions and straddles Jaejoong’s thighs awkwardly, bumping his head against the roof in the process.
Jaejoong’s first push inside him is slow, too slow, and it makes Yunho growl impatiently and push down onto him harder; he grits his teeth and moans loudly, let his eyes flutter shut and pleasure wash away the slight pain.
“Fuck, Yunho, what are you doing?” Jaejoong pants breathlessly; he rocks his hips in a way that creates a deliciously maddening friction between their bodies, but shows no signs of wanting to increase the pace.
“I’m…” the leader lets himself fall on Jaejoong’s cock again, and this time they both cry out at the same time, “…fine. No time.” His arms circle Jaejoong’s neck for support and yes, Jaejoong finally starts pounding into him hard and fast, the muffled slapping of his naked thighs against the rough denim of Jaejoong’s jeans sweetly obscene in his ears.
Jaejoong plays his body like the chords of an instrument, the keys of a piano, draws moans and whimpers of pleasure from his lips; blunt fingernails scrape Yunho’s back, a slightly calloused hand palms his cock roughly and pumps him in time with Jaejoong’s thrusts.
With one last, hard stroke Jaejoong reaches deep inside him, and Yunho throws his head back, letting the heat scorch and consume him until he can’t tell his own hoarse cries from Jaejoong’s anymore, and the next thing he knows his release is all over Jaejoong’s fingers and Jaejoong is muffling a scream against his throat and coming inside him.
“God, Yunhoyah” the singer whispers, chest heaving against his; Yunho feels the racing beat of his lover’s heart on his skin and holds him close, rocking him gently in his arms. There’s no time to cuddle, but they savour the feeling for a moment more before reluctantly letting go.
Jaejoong hands him a tissue and finds one for himself, but Yunho catches his wrist before he can wipe his hand, takes each finger in his mouth and licks it clean, aware of Jaejoong’s eyes on him.
“Stop that, you’re making me horny again” he snaps, rather breathlessly, and Yunho laughs and presses a soft kiss to his knuckles.
“Let’s go, before we miss our performance” he says, waiting for Jaejoong to zip his pants up and then opening the van door. It’s not raining anymore, but they still run towards the lights of the stadium, hand in hand.
Pairing(s): JaeHo (top!Jae)
Length: One-shot
Word count: 2000~
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Unapologetic smut. Really.
Notes: Yes, yet another SM concert smutfic XD Cause Jaejoong and Yunho are too damn hot for their own good and I couldn’t resist ;P
Dedicated to Katya (♥!), as a thank you for a lovely, lovely evening of insane fanspazzing. I love you so hard, baby >=D♥♥♥
And lots of love to Rae for being an awesome beta, as usual X3♥♥♥
Standing beside Jaejoong on stage right now is dangerous, Yunho thinks, waving at the screaming sea of fans in front of him and stealing glances at the lead singer. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t get enough of him. Not before, and definitely not now.
He inches closer to him, curls his arm around his neck - loosely, just a friendly, easy gesture - and Jaejoong curves his body in his direction in a way that’s almost completely reflexive, except Yunho can see the little sly smile that blossoms at the corners of his lips, half hidden by dark wet bangs but not quite, a smile meant for the leader to see. Jaejoong’s damp shirt clings to his back like a second skin, and Yunho feels the heat of his body under his palm, imagines running his hands across naked, warm skin, and his fingers tighten briefly around Jaejoong’s bicep.
The lead singer casts him a glance from over his shoulder; it doesn’t last a second, but it’s enough for Yunho to see the smouldering look in his half-lidded eyes, and he feels his stomach tighten in a way that has little to do with concert high.
They walk backstage with their bandmates and the other artists, never leaving each other’s side; they aren’t even touching, but Jaejoong’s arm is aligned with his and the back of his hand brushes against Yunho’s with every step they take, making his skin tingle like a jolt of electricity. Jaejoong is doing it on purpose, Yunho knows, and wouldn’t mind the slightest if they weren’t in the middle of a concert and acting like horny teenagers unable to keep their hands off each other.
Jaejoong catches Yunho’s gaze - the leader hadn’t even realized he was staring at the other singer’s lips openly - grins in a predatory way and flicks his tongue across his lips. He does it slowly, deliberately, and Yunho has to close his eyes and fight back a moan.
“Give me a second” Jaejoong mumbles in ear, pressing against him briefly, and then he’s gone. Yunho watches the lead singer corner Yoochun and whisper something to him, watches Yoochun’s expression change from disbelief to amusement to fond exasperation; the younger man nods and says something to Jaejoong with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“Twenty minutes. We have twenty minutes before our next performance starts,” Jaejoong says, returning to his side, “Yoochunnie said he’ll cover up for us.”
Jaejoong’s dark, dark eyes burn into Yunho’s soul and he nods wordlessly, too focused on not kissing him senseless right there in the middle of the crowd of singers and staff to utter a coherent response. The lead singer curls his fingers around Yunho’s wrist - his touch burns too, heat seeping into his skin like fire and making him want more, more -, tugs on his arm impatiently, leads him away through the labyrinth of corridors and rooms.
Fuck, where’s an empty room when you need it? Yunho thinks as Jaejoong drags him into an empty hallway and backs him against the wall, grazes his teeth against the tender skin of his exposed throat with unmistakable hunger. Dangerous, so dangerous, that’s what this whole situation is, but his body answers automatically and a moan escapes his lips, his fingers grip the front of Jaejoong’s shirt to crash their mouths together.
The kiss is far from gentle: it’s bruising and feverish, delirious, and Jaejoong kisses back with the same ferocity, bites down on Yunho’s bottom lip and soothes the burn with a quick swipe of his tongue, apologetic but not quite; the leader growls low in his throat and forces his tongue into the other’s mouth, feeling Jaejoong’s feral grin against his lips when their teeth click together and their tongues mesh against each other.
He’s the first to pull away, the awareness of being in a far from private place nagging at the back of his mind with irritating insistence; but Jaejoong’s lips are flushed cherry red and Yunho stares at the delicate shape of his mouth, imagines it wrapped around his cock and shivers.
“Why did you stop?” Jaejoong murmurs seductively, breathing hot hair into Yunho’s ear. “Tired already, leadersshi?”
Yunho grins and catches Jaejoong’s wrists, starting to draw the smaller singer to himself and then spinning him around abruptly; Jaejoong hits the wall with a surprised yelp, and the leader presses him against it, still blocking his wrists to prevent him from moving.
“Not at all.” Yunho breathes, brushing his lips across Jaejoong’s soft cheek; he traces the shell of the lead singer’s ear with his tongue, lays a finger on his mouth to muffle his whimpers as he bites down on a soft earlobe.
“Where did that dance move of before come from?” he asks suddenly. “That was…unexpected.”
Jaejoong looks up at him with bright, insolent eyes. “I do pay attention during dance practice, Yunhoyah,” he purrs, and Yunho feels the vibration of his laugh against his lips.
“Funny, I’ve always thought otherwise,” the leader observes, dotting his words with a line of small kisses along Jaejoong’s jaw.
“Depends on the teacher.” Jaejoong captures Yunho’s lips, kisses him with the same fierceness as before, and when he slides his thigh between the younger man’s legs and rubs it against the erection straining his pants Yunho’s mind goes blank for a moment.
“And besides, I was tired of being the only one who went weak at the knees just because of a dance performance,” he says devilishly, rolls his hips against Yunho’s and smirks when the leader gasps and has to cling to his neck for support.
“Fuck, Jaejoong, not here” he chokes out, fisting the back of Jaejoong’s shirt - to push him away, or maybe to pull him closer, he doesn’t know himself. Jaejoong nods, suddenly looking a little more serious than before.
“Van?” he says in a hushed whisper, “We still have fifteen minutes left.”
Yunho nods, and they flee from the crowded building and the curious stares, but it’s only when the night air hits their flushed skin and a gust of wind blows cold rain in their faces that Yunho grips Jaejoong’s hand tight and they run together through the deserted car park.
Jaejoong shoves him into the backseat of the van before climbing in himself and straddling the leader, grinding against him so roughly that Yunho feels a high-pitched cry leave his own lips. He claws at Jaejoong’s ass blindly, fumbles with the lead singer’s shirt until he reaches naked skin, desperate to touch him. Jaejoong shakes his shirt off his shoulders, and he attacks the smooth, toned expanse of his chest with hungry kisses, traces the muscles with his tongue and tastes rain and sweat. It’s dark, but his mouth finds an erect nipple without fail, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh and ripping moans of pleasure from Jaejoong’s throat, making the lead singer sink his nails into the leather of the seat.
Yunho’s fingers work quickly on Jaejoong’s belt, opening it just enough to allow him to unzip his jeans and shove a hand down the front of his underwear to curl his fingers around his cock; Jaejoong hisses and sinks his teeth into Yunho’s shoulder, not hard enough to bruise but enough to leave tiny imprints on his skin.
“Hurry up and lose your clothes, Yunho” he growls, raking his nails down the leader’s clothed back; Yunho grips the hem of his black wifebeater and tries to take it off, but Jaejoong stops him, hooks it behind Yunho’s neck instead; Yunho can see his toothy grin even in the dim light.
“I wanted to fuck you right there on stage, before” he breathes into the younger man’s ear, and Yunho shivers and moans helplessly, aroused by Jaejoong’s words and by the fingers that skitter across his chest to tease his nipples.
“But I didn’t like seeing you dance with her” he says, something like aggressiveness underlying his voice, and it’s Yunho’s turn to smirk. He slides his hands up well-muscled arms, up to cup Jaejoong’s cheek and pull him down for a smouldering kiss.
“You know who the one I dance for is,” he mumbles against the older man’s lips, feeling them curl in a feral, possessive smile. Jaejoong’s fingertips press harder into the muscles of Yunho’s stomach, down to brush across the elastic band of his underwear teasingly before he unbuckles the leader’s belt and cups his straining erection through the cotton of his underwear. He gasps, arches his back to meet Jaejoong’s touch, but the lead singer pins him down and finishes peeling Yunho’s pants and underwear off him, till they pool around his ankles.
“I want you to dance for me now, Yunho” he murmurs, voice thick with desire and dripping temptation, sinfully sweet in Yunho’s ears. “Dance around me as I fuck you, Yunhoyah.”
Yunho trembles, Jaejoong’s words almost sending him over the edge right there and then. He hears his lover fumble around for his bag, rummaging into it for the small, incriminating tube hidden in one of the inner pockets; hears the soft sound of the cap being popped open and whimpers quietly when a cool, slick finger breaches him, curling inside his body. He takes a deep breath, trying to relax his muscles while Jaejoong prepares him quickly, adds a second finger and then a third and stretches him open.
“Enough” he pants, swallowing Jaejoong’s protest of no, it’s not with a kiss as he reverses their positions and straddles Jaejoong’s thighs awkwardly, bumping his head against the roof in the process.
Jaejoong’s first push inside him is slow, too slow, and it makes Yunho growl impatiently and push down onto him harder; he grits his teeth and moans loudly, let his eyes flutter shut and pleasure wash away the slight pain.
“Fuck, Yunho, what are you doing?” Jaejoong pants breathlessly; he rocks his hips in a way that creates a deliciously maddening friction between their bodies, but shows no signs of wanting to increase the pace.
“I’m…” the leader lets himself fall on Jaejoong’s cock again, and this time they both cry out at the same time, “…fine. No time.” His arms circle Jaejoong’s neck for support and yes, Jaejoong finally starts pounding into him hard and fast, the muffled slapping of his naked thighs against the rough denim of Jaejoong’s jeans sweetly obscene in his ears.
Jaejoong plays his body like the chords of an instrument, the keys of a piano, draws moans and whimpers of pleasure from his lips; blunt fingernails scrape Yunho’s back, a slightly calloused hand palms his cock roughly and pumps him in time with Jaejoong’s thrusts.
With one last, hard stroke Jaejoong reaches deep inside him, and Yunho throws his head back, letting the heat scorch and consume him until he can’t tell his own hoarse cries from Jaejoong’s anymore, and the next thing he knows his release is all over Jaejoong’s fingers and Jaejoong is muffling a scream against his throat and coming inside him.
“God, Yunhoyah” the singer whispers, chest heaving against his; Yunho feels the racing beat of his lover’s heart on his skin and holds him close, rocking him gently in his arms. There’s no time to cuddle, but they savour the feeling for a moment more before reluctantly letting go.
Jaejoong hands him a tissue and finds one for himself, but Yunho catches his wrist before he can wipe his hand, takes each finger in his mouth and licks it clean, aware of Jaejoong’s eyes on him.
“Stop that, you’re making me horny again” he snaps, rather breathlessly, and Yunho laughs and presses a soft kiss to his knuckles.
“Let’s go, before we miss our performance” he says, waiting for Jaejoong to zip his pants up and then opening the van door. It’s not raining anymore, but they still run towards the lights of the stadium, hand in hand.