are you game 3/3 (match)
jaejoong/yunho
crack
nc17
1010 words
5 am on a Sunday morning and Yunho paced the empty hallway, the cup of coffee in his hand doing absolutely nothing for his slowly fraying nerves. He took a gulp of the lukewarm liquid, almost spat it out in disgust, cursed the fact that only Jae could make decent coffee in this house and paced some more, something he’d been doing since 4.20.
“Crap,” he muttered and set the cup down on a carved, delicate wooden table...thing....conveniently situated nearby which was clearly for ornamental purposes only. Yunho slammed the cup down, taking the small effort to even let some of the java slosh over the rim and run down the sides so it collected at the case where it would most probably leave a perfect circular imprint on the wood later which in turn would make Jaejoong blow a blood vessel, perfect little housewife he was and all that. Yunho smirked.
“Jaejoong-sshii...did you hear that?”
No answer came and Yunho glared a few more daggers into Jaejoong’s door, the fact that Jae was probably keeled over crying in his room bringing little comfort since he. Couldn’t. See. It.
Ya know, with the locked door and all.
Trust that pretty boy to come up with some semi brilliant plan that involved holing himself up in his own room all while knowing Yunho was fucking pacing outside from the sexual frustration. Leader-sshii grit his teeth and checked his watch. 5.10. Goddamn. 1 ½ hours of lying awake hoping against hope that Jae would change his mind, 40 minutes spent pacing and the result? Absolutely nothing.
Yunho sighed and gave in to instinct, marching up to the cursed door and kicking it like a man deranged. 12 seconds into his ritual, the door at the end of the hall burst open and a telephone book came flying out (which, Yunho noticed with glee, missed him entirely and knocked his coffee over the table-thing instead), accompanied by a
“WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?”
“Yeah, god, Yunho! We heard you going at it last night with Jaejoongie and a repeat at 5 in the morning is NOT welcome.”
“However good morning sex may be.”
“Su?”
“What?”
“Shut up.”
A brief scuffle ensued in the shadows beyond the door and after a giggle or two, the door slammed shut again and all was quiet.
Save the thumps coming from Yoochun room, of course.
Yunho gaped for a little while before turning to the more...pressing...matters at hand, leaning against the door as he planned his next course of action. 5.13...17...5.20. Fuck Jaejoong and his crazy mind games, he gave up.
Jung Yunho swallowed his pride and closed his hand into a fist which he used to knock as politely as he could without screaming for the person inside to just open the damn door. “Jaejoong-ah...please?” The door behind him gave way and he half fell into darkness.
Well I’ll be damned.
“About time.”
Yunho could hear the obvious grin in Jaejoong’s voice as his hands shoved him up against the door, slamming it shut once more. Yunho reached behind him and locked it for good measure.
“Yeah.”
“So...” Jaejoong lay his head on Yunho’s shoulder and turned it to lick his ear.
“You win.” he groaned and Jae laughed low, finally, finally biting down.
“Thought so.”
Yunho adjusted himself to catch Jae’s lips with his own. With a slight tug here and a well placed touch there, Jaejoong led the both of them to his bed and pulled Yunho’s tee off before pushing him down to the mattress none too gently.
“Game over?” offered Yunho hopefully as Jaejoong made slow work of tugging his shorts down, actions unhurried, unlike those merely a few hours before.
“And winner takes all.”
Jaejoong breathed, so painfully close to his erect cock it sent shivers down his spine. He kissed the tip of Yunho’s sex, one hand playing along his thighs while the other felt for the tube of lubricant he’d set on the nightstand.
“You knew all along you were going to win, didn’t you, you- oh...”
“Mmhmm.”
Jaejoong had spread his partner’s legs and now slid two slick fingers in and out of Yunho, who now half-cursed, half moaned, hands straying to stoke his aching cock.
Fuck foreplay, Jaejoong thought grimly. I didn’t come this far to let Yunho come all over himself before I even- Yunho let out a small yelp of pain and pleasure as Jaejoong pulled his fingers out and sheathed his own cock inside the tight heat instead, burying himself to the hilt. His name fell from Yunho’s lips and the sound of it being spoken oh so needy, so wanting, almost made Jae lose his rhythm but he kept it steady, sliding in and out a little faster, harder each time.
From the moment Jaejoong had claimed him, Yunho’s hands had tore themselves away from his cock to take up fistfuls of sheets instead, steadying his body as it pushed itself off the bed to meet Jae’s steady thrusts.
His cock ached for his touch and only when Jaejoong groaned at him to touch yourself, fuck, just touch yourself I want to come with you, only did he let one had slide in between their bodies to wrap itself around his member. Jae’s rhythm was completely lost at this point, replaced by a frenzied plunging that tore Yunho’s insides apart perfectly. The older boy tensed suddenly, calling out Yunho’s name for the first time that night before coming inside Yunho, eyes squeezed shut tightly from the pleasure of a satisfying climax.
The feel of Jaejoong’s hot seed inside him made Yunho moan in response and spill himself all over his own chest and Jae’s. He relaxed as Jaejoong pulled his softening cock slowly out of his entrance, smiling down at him as he did in the light of a pale sunrise, and when he was done, dragged a hot tongue down Yunho’s torso, which tasted pleasantly salty, cum and sweat and skin.
“Just so you know, I’m always up for a rematch.”
[fin]
crack
nc17
1010 words
5 am on a Sunday morning and Yunho paced the empty hallway, the cup of coffee in his hand doing absolutely nothing for his slowly fraying nerves. He took a gulp of the lukewarm liquid, almost spat it out in disgust, cursed the fact that only Jae could make decent coffee in this house and paced some more, something he’d been doing since 4.20.
“Crap,” he muttered and set the cup down on a carved, delicate wooden table...thing....conveniently situated nearby which was clearly for ornamental purposes only. Yunho slammed the cup down, taking the small effort to even let some of the java slosh over the rim and run down the sides so it collected at the case where it would most probably leave a perfect circular imprint on the wood later which in turn would make Jaejoong blow a blood vessel, perfect little housewife he was and all that. Yunho smirked.
“Jaejoong-sshii...did you hear that?”
No answer came and Yunho glared a few more daggers into Jaejoong’s door, the fact that Jae was probably keeled over crying in his room bringing little comfort since he. Couldn’t. See. It.
Ya know, with the locked door and all.
Trust that pretty boy to come up with some semi brilliant plan that involved holing himself up in his own room all while knowing Yunho was fucking pacing outside from the sexual frustration. Leader-sshii grit his teeth and checked his watch. 5.10. Goddamn. 1 ½ hours of lying awake hoping against hope that Jae would change his mind, 40 minutes spent pacing and the result? Absolutely nothing.
Yunho sighed and gave in to instinct, marching up to the cursed door and kicking it like a man deranged. 12 seconds into his ritual, the door at the end of the hall burst open and a telephone book came flying out (which, Yunho noticed with glee, missed him entirely and knocked his coffee over the table-thing instead), accompanied by a
“WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?”
“Yeah, god, Yunho! We heard you going at it last night with Jaejoongie and a repeat at 5 in the morning is NOT welcome.”
“However good morning sex may be.”
“Su?”
“What?”
“Shut up.”
A brief scuffle ensued in the shadows beyond the door and after a giggle or two, the door slammed shut again and all was quiet.
Save the thumps coming from Yoochun room, of course.
Yunho gaped for a little while before turning to the more...pressing...matters at hand, leaning against the door as he planned his next course of action. 5.13...17...5.20. Fuck Jaejoong and his crazy mind games, he gave up.
Jung Yunho swallowed his pride and closed his hand into a fist which he used to knock as politely as he could without screaming for the person inside to just open the damn door. “Jaejoong-ah...please?” The door behind him gave way and he half fell into darkness.
Well I’ll be damned.
“About time.”
Yunho could hear the obvious grin in Jaejoong’s voice as his hands shoved him up against the door, slamming it shut once more. Yunho reached behind him and locked it for good measure.
“Yeah.”
“So...” Jaejoong lay his head on Yunho’s shoulder and turned it to lick his ear.
“You win.” he groaned and Jae laughed low, finally, finally biting down.
“Thought so.”
Yunho adjusted himself to catch Jae’s lips with his own. With a slight tug here and a well placed touch there, Jaejoong led the both of them to his bed and pulled Yunho’s tee off before pushing him down to the mattress none too gently.
“Game over?” offered Yunho hopefully as Jaejoong made slow work of tugging his shorts down, actions unhurried, unlike those merely a few hours before.
“And winner takes all.”
Jaejoong breathed, so painfully close to his erect cock it sent shivers down his spine. He kissed the tip of Yunho’s sex, one hand playing along his thighs while the other felt for the tube of lubricant he’d set on the nightstand.
“You knew all along you were going to win, didn’t you, you- oh...”
“Mmhmm.”
Jaejoong had spread his partner’s legs and now slid two slick fingers in and out of Yunho, who now half-cursed, half moaned, hands straying to stoke his aching cock.
Fuck foreplay, Jaejoong thought grimly. I didn’t come this far to let Yunho come all over himself before I even- Yunho let out a small yelp of pain and pleasure as Jaejoong pulled his fingers out and sheathed his own cock inside the tight heat instead, burying himself to the hilt. His name fell from Yunho’s lips and the sound of it being spoken oh so needy, so wanting, almost made Jae lose his rhythm but he kept it steady, sliding in and out a little faster, harder each time.
From the moment Jaejoong had claimed him, Yunho’s hands had tore themselves away from his cock to take up fistfuls of sheets instead, steadying his body as it pushed itself off the bed to meet Jae’s steady thrusts.
His cock ached for his touch and only when Jaejoong groaned at him to touch yourself, fuck, just touch yourself I want to come with you, only did he let one had slide in between their bodies to wrap itself around his member. Jae’s rhythm was completely lost at this point, replaced by a frenzied plunging that tore Yunho’s insides apart perfectly. The older boy tensed suddenly, calling out Yunho’s name for the first time that night before coming inside Yunho, eyes squeezed shut tightly from the pleasure of a satisfying climax.
The feel of Jaejoong’s hot seed inside him made Yunho moan in response and spill himself all over his own chest and Jae’s. He relaxed as Jaejoong pulled his softening cock slowly out of his entrance, smiling down at him as he did in the light of a pale sunrise, and when he was done, dragged a hot tongue down Yunho’s torso, which tasted pleasantly salty, cum and sweat and skin.
“Just so you know, I’m always up for a rematch.”
[fin]