Blamed
Title: Blamed (oneshot)
Author: anoukinparis
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Romance/Angst/Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He didn’t want to be blamed for liking the way Yunho looked at him when he showed up, sweat-pants, half-lidded eyes, and all. He didn’t want Yunho to be blamed for looking at him that way. Three hours later they went back to their own schedules, and the space between them grew taut once again.
A/N: Going back to my writing roots and forever otp <3 :)
It wasn’t his fault. Maybe he had once believed it, or was led to believe it, but you can only be at fault for something you’ve done wrong. And Jaejoong knew he never did anything wrong.
He didn’t want to be blamed for the way he leaned over Yunho, broad shoulders curved, filling some shirt he had scraped off the carpet - he didn’t think it was his own - and he definitely didn’t want to be blamed for the way his lips found a cozy spot against the other’s ear, massaging it with enough slow kisses to make Yunho stir from his sleep. A hand felt its way up Jaejoong’s back and pressed down hard, forcing him to stay. He didn’t want to be blamed for thinking it was a much harder task to keep a distance. Some days it actually felt impossible. On those days he ran until the ache in his lungs overpowered everything else, or he texted dumb things like Can it be any sooner? when he knew it couldn’t.
Jaejoong remembered how it felt the last time he had punched down those words. He had felt humiliated. He had been angry without really knowing why. He had laid there and contemplated when his cell phone finally vibrated against his forehead at two in the morning with a text that listed the address to a hotel and a message too good to ignore. I have to be up again in a few hours, but if you’re still awake come over and sleep with me.
He didn’t want to be blamed for liking the way Yunho looked at him when he showed up, sweat-pants, half-lidded eyes, and all. He didn’t want Yunho to be blamed for looking at him that way. Three hours later they went back to their own schedules, and the space between them grew taut once again.
“You’re not supposed to wake up yet,” Jaejoong murmured, shifting his weight off the bed only to have Yunho’s arms crush him back in with a sense of finality. Chest to chest, he brushed a smile in Yunho’s hair as the other’s voice rolled out languidly.
“You woke me up. And you’re wearing my shirt.”
“Didn’t you know? I only see you to steal your clothes.”
Yunho just squeezed tighter, releasing sudden yelps of laughter from Jaejoong’s throat, and for a few breathless moments both of them forgot about the time and simply held each other in that violent embrace. Pressing, tangling, struggling to get closer than close. Anyone could get close with someone. Anyone could have sex. Anyone could be in love. This was more.
He didn’t want to be blamed for fixating on that thought when Yunho’s palms curved along the contours of his cheeks and lowered him into the first proper kiss of the morning. Jaejoong hated the ends, so he would memorize the beginnings to replay in his head. They were always delicious beginnings.
“Go back to sleep.”
“Don’t I need to help you get redressed?” Yunho teased, plucking at the sleeve of Jaejoong’s shirt. His answer was a probing tongue and two arms that obediently lifted from their grip on Yunho’s waist, sliding above their heads, fists clenched from the very first touch.
So Yunho took it off. He tossed the shirt on the opposite pillow and leaned over the edge of the bed to find what he was looking for, taking Jaejoong with him and nearly sending them both toppling over. Neither one wanted to let go. Finally his searching fingers hit black fabric, and Jaejoong merely resumed the same position, letting Yunho linger far longer than what was actually necessary. He picked up socks too, slipping them on Jaejoong’s feet. Found a pair of crumpled jeans and did that as well. All that was left was a beanie that Yunho fit over mussed hair, made sure was snug, and the usual goodbyes that were getting harder and harder to say.
Jaejoong couldn’t stop smoothing down the sides of his hat as he blinked into the sunlight, not even ten paces away when he felt the familiar jump in his pocket. He flipped open his cell phone, grinned, and wondered if Yunho was laying there feeling embarrassed and irritated too.
If I said I put one of my socks on you by accident, would you believe me and come back?
Jaejoong believed him. Maybe he could be blamed for that.
Author: anoukinparis
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Romance/Angst/Fluff
Rating: PG-13
Summary: He didn’t want to be blamed for liking the way Yunho looked at him when he showed up, sweat-pants, half-lidded eyes, and all. He didn’t want Yunho to be blamed for looking at him that way. Three hours later they went back to their own schedules, and the space between them grew taut once again.
A/N: Going back to my writing roots and forever otp <3 :)
It wasn’t his fault. Maybe he had once believed it, or was led to believe it, but you can only be at fault for something you’ve done wrong. And Jaejoong knew he never did anything wrong.
He didn’t want to be blamed for the way he leaned over Yunho, broad shoulders curved, filling some shirt he had scraped off the carpet - he didn’t think it was his own - and he definitely didn’t want to be blamed for the way his lips found a cozy spot against the other’s ear, massaging it with enough slow kisses to make Yunho stir from his sleep. A hand felt its way up Jaejoong’s back and pressed down hard, forcing him to stay. He didn’t want to be blamed for thinking it was a much harder task to keep a distance. Some days it actually felt impossible. On those days he ran until the ache in his lungs overpowered everything else, or he texted dumb things like Can it be any sooner? when he knew it couldn’t.
Jaejoong remembered how it felt the last time he had punched down those words. He had felt humiliated. He had been angry without really knowing why. He had laid there and contemplated when his cell phone finally vibrated against his forehead at two in the morning with a text that listed the address to a hotel and a message too good to ignore. I have to be up again in a few hours, but if you’re still awake come over and sleep with me.
He didn’t want to be blamed for liking the way Yunho looked at him when he showed up, sweat-pants, half-lidded eyes, and all. He didn’t want Yunho to be blamed for looking at him that way. Three hours later they went back to their own schedules, and the space between them grew taut once again.
“You’re not supposed to wake up yet,” Jaejoong murmured, shifting his weight off the bed only to have Yunho’s arms crush him back in with a sense of finality. Chest to chest, he brushed a smile in Yunho’s hair as the other’s voice rolled out languidly.
“You woke me up. And you’re wearing my shirt.”
“Didn’t you know? I only see you to steal your clothes.”
Yunho just squeezed tighter, releasing sudden yelps of laughter from Jaejoong’s throat, and for a few breathless moments both of them forgot about the time and simply held each other in that violent embrace. Pressing, tangling, struggling to get closer than close. Anyone could get close with someone. Anyone could have sex. Anyone could be in love. This was more.
He didn’t want to be blamed for fixating on that thought when Yunho’s palms curved along the contours of his cheeks and lowered him into the first proper kiss of the morning. Jaejoong hated the ends, so he would memorize the beginnings to replay in his head. They were always delicious beginnings.
“Go back to sleep.”
“Don’t I need to help you get redressed?” Yunho teased, plucking at the sleeve of Jaejoong’s shirt. His answer was a probing tongue and two arms that obediently lifted from their grip on Yunho’s waist, sliding above their heads, fists clenched from the very first touch.
So Yunho took it off. He tossed the shirt on the opposite pillow and leaned over the edge of the bed to find what he was looking for, taking Jaejoong with him and nearly sending them both toppling over. Neither one wanted to let go. Finally his searching fingers hit black fabric, and Jaejoong merely resumed the same position, letting Yunho linger far longer than what was actually necessary. He picked up socks too, slipping them on Jaejoong’s feet. Found a pair of crumpled jeans and did that as well. All that was left was a beanie that Yunho fit over mussed hair, made sure was snug, and the usual goodbyes that were getting harder and harder to say.
Jaejoong couldn’t stop smoothing down the sides of his hat as he blinked into the sunlight, not even ten paces away when he felt the familiar jump in his pocket. He flipped open his cell phone, grinned, and wondered if Yunho was laying there feeling embarrassed and irritated too.
If I said I put one of my socks on you by accident, would you believe me and come back?
Jaejoong believed him. Maybe he could be blamed for that.