JaeChun - Hummingbird Peck
I'm rather new to all of this, but I just wrote something a few days ago that I really would love to just get out there, so now I'm doing that. This is my first time ever on livejournal, and I really hope to meet more DBSK fans, since this is what this story is about...it's nothing all that long, just a drabble of sorts on Micky Yoochun and Hero Jaejoong. Again, it's meant to be taken lightly...
I really loved writing them though, and I hope to write more about some other couples as well...^^ Personally, I'm a huge JaeHo shipper myself, but that's just me. xDD
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Hummingbird Peck
Wheat locks fell forward. A smile flickered, then dimmed. Caught in the lull of the music drifting from the speakers, he didn’t notice at first the footsteps behind him, nor the lingering smell of soap now present in the air. Fresh soap. Clean and uncomplicated.
-So do you like them?
He turned at the sound, regarding the slightly damp hair, the loose shirt, the shower rosed lips before responding. Yoochun’s eyes were pressing as they stared back at the older male.
-I love them.
-Mm. Thought so.
Uncomplicated.
The tremor of soft flutes rose like the flutter of hummingbird wings, beating lightly along his ears, like a soft kiss pressed again, again, again. His skin hummed with the touch, and the smile flickered again, stronger this time.
-I can hear everything so well now.
Yoochun fell back in the empty chair beside him, resting the smooth, easy lines of his body into the cerulean cushion. Engulfing him. Small beads of water dripped from his forehead, and he didn’t bother to wipe them away.
-Well.
Yoochun leaned further, his legs reaching out on the carpeted floor. The shirt fell in languid folds, the movement causing a ripple much like the hummingbird music.
Still kissing his ears.
-It’s what you needed.
A drop running down the hollow of Yoochun’s cheek, and he itched in his chair. Eyes an icy burn as they followed the trail. Such a diminutive piece of the puzzle, such a fine sheath, too sheer to do much good. The tang of soap…would it be…
Yoochun sighed.
Swatted the drop away. The itch subsided.
-Aren’t you going to bed soon?
The rise and fall of those raw-boned shoulders, still possessing the lankiness of youth. He wasn’t so much tired, despite the leaking sunlight jutting through the window. The shades were pushed hastily to the side. Compliment of Yoochun’s carelessness.
-It’s not that late.
-You mind if I hang around a little longer?
That icy burn of a stare faded to a placid warmth. He shook his head.
-No. And you don’t have to keep asking that every night.
When Yoochun laughed, he felt the aroma surround him like a haze, pressing even stronger inside. The size of the room was definite, and there was nowhere else for it to go but his skin. Seeping, melting little pools. Hummingbird music still aflight.
-Anyway, I hope you had a nice birthday.
-Mm. He swung in his chair, leaning his elbow on the arm rest as he propped his chin inside the smooth of his palm. Fingers tapped thoughtfully.
-Probably the best I ever had…
-You’re just saying that.
-I’m not.
Yoochun replaced that distance with the embrace of his hand, and he took it wordlessly, both of their smiles reaching the averted black rims. When Yoochun squeezed, the wheat locks fell forward again, a fluid wave of muted sunlight. Compliant nod.
They stayed like that until the night descended, the shades bathed in diagonal shadows, harshing peaks and falls against the contours of their features. His back taut against the chair, but his hand incredibly supple. Warm in Yoochun’s curled fingers.
The beads dried, dissolving into the sea of his skin. The soap lost in memories, sure to return.
Yet the hummingbird music played on continuously.
Blowing kisses against his ear.
And his back itched.
He leaned forward just as the numbers on his wall signaled the day was over.
-Now it’s the best I’ve ever had.
And Yoochun only laughed.
Uncomplicated.
~JJ~
I really loved writing them though, and I hope to write more about some other couples as well...^^ Personally, I'm a huge JaeHo shipper myself, but that's just me. xDD
<333
Hummingbird Peck
Wheat locks fell forward. A smile flickered, then dimmed. Caught in the lull of the music drifting from the speakers, he didn’t notice at first the footsteps behind him, nor the lingering smell of soap now present in the air. Fresh soap. Clean and uncomplicated.
-So do you like them?
He turned at the sound, regarding the slightly damp hair, the loose shirt, the shower rosed lips before responding. Yoochun’s eyes were pressing as they stared back at the older male.
-I love them.
-Mm. Thought so.
Uncomplicated.
The tremor of soft flutes rose like the flutter of hummingbird wings, beating lightly along his ears, like a soft kiss pressed again, again, again. His skin hummed with the touch, and the smile flickered again, stronger this time.
-I can hear everything so well now.
Yoochun fell back in the empty chair beside him, resting the smooth, easy lines of his body into the cerulean cushion. Engulfing him. Small beads of water dripped from his forehead, and he didn’t bother to wipe them away.
-Well.
Yoochun leaned further, his legs reaching out on the carpeted floor. The shirt fell in languid folds, the movement causing a ripple much like the hummingbird music.
Still kissing his ears.
-It’s what you needed.
A drop running down the hollow of Yoochun’s cheek, and he itched in his chair. Eyes an icy burn as they followed the trail. Such a diminutive piece of the puzzle, such a fine sheath, too sheer to do much good. The tang of soap…would it be…
Yoochun sighed.
Swatted the drop away. The itch subsided.
-Aren’t you going to bed soon?
The rise and fall of those raw-boned shoulders, still possessing the lankiness of youth. He wasn’t so much tired, despite the leaking sunlight jutting through the window. The shades were pushed hastily to the side. Compliment of Yoochun’s carelessness.
-It’s not that late.
-You mind if I hang around a little longer?
That icy burn of a stare faded to a placid warmth. He shook his head.
-No. And you don’t have to keep asking that every night.
When Yoochun laughed, he felt the aroma surround him like a haze, pressing even stronger inside. The size of the room was definite, and there was nowhere else for it to go but his skin. Seeping, melting little pools. Hummingbird music still aflight.
-Anyway, I hope you had a nice birthday.
-Mm. He swung in his chair, leaning his elbow on the arm rest as he propped his chin inside the smooth of his palm. Fingers tapped thoughtfully.
-Probably the best I ever had…
-You’re just saying that.
-I’m not.
Yoochun replaced that distance with the embrace of his hand, and he took it wordlessly, both of their smiles reaching the averted black rims. When Yoochun squeezed, the wheat locks fell forward again, a fluid wave of muted sunlight. Compliant nod.
They stayed like that until the night descended, the shades bathed in diagonal shadows, harshing peaks and falls against the contours of their features. His back taut against the chair, but his hand incredibly supple. Warm in Yoochun’s curled fingers.
The beads dried, dissolving into the sea of his skin. The soap lost in memories, sure to return.
Yet the hummingbird music played on continuously.
Blowing kisses against his ear.
And his back itched.
He leaned forward just as the numbers on his wall signaled the day was over.
-Now it’s the best I’ve ever had.
And Yoochun only laughed.
Uncomplicated.
~JJ~