Realization Chapter 16
Maybe it was the proximity. Maybe it was because there was no one else in the house except for a sleeping Changmin. Or maybe it was just the fact that Jaejoong was looking up into Yunho’s eyes with the most endearing expression in the world.
Before they knew it they were bumping limbs on doorways, tripping over each other’s feet on the rush to their bedroom, somehow managing to keep no more than an inch of space between their bodies all the while. Their first kiss was far from the romantic, time-stopping moment of the movies but rather a harried part of the in-between as Jaejoong stumbled backwards until his back was hitting the bed and Yunho climbing on top.
Their rushed first kiss was still nothing short of exciting as Jaejoong continued to meld his lips to Yunho’s urgent ones, perhaps a little too much saliva with a hint of tongue. It was a way of getting to know each other, fumbling and clumsy as much as it was new and different, electrifying.
What started with a tingle built up ever faster until Jaejoong’s skin felt like it was on fire, burning to the touch as Yunho’s fingers mapped out uncharted boundaries on the planes of his body. Jaejoong couldn’t help but break away from their relentless kiss to let out a moan as Yunho’s hands slid beneath his shirt and up the sides of his torso, making a trail of feather soft strokes to his sensitive skin. Yunho grinned at his reaction.
And then it was Jaejoong’s turn, lifting himself up-albeit difficultly-to gently press down Yunho onto the bed, his soft lips starting at Yunho’s jaw and making a trail of butterfly kisses all the way down his body before he reached the sensitive region where his stomach met his pelvis. With trembling hands that hesitated at Yunho’s zipper, Yunho’s burning gaze a silent plea for him to go on, Jaejoong knew that at this point there was no turning back. His hand plunged into the warm space in the front of Yunho’s pants, gripping and softly stroking the straining erection inside.
“T-take it out,” Yunho’s voice came out as a mere croak, throaty and low in his growing need.
Jaejoong complied, eager to please as he pulled down Yunho’s pants far enough to free his manhood, stroking it harder as it grew to full mast before his eyes. And though Jaejoong was inexperienced with this sort of thing, he realized how much of it was really based on sheer instinct. Before he realized it, he was already bending down to lick and lave at the head of Yunho’s cock, his nose wrinkling the tiniest bit at the strange, salty taste that filled his mouth.
It wasn’t long before Yunho was ever so slightly bucking his hips up and down as Jaejoong pressed down on his thighs from either side as he continued his ministrations on his cock. He was rather enjoying himself now, experimenting by licking the head and then bobbing up and down with an impressive control of suction with his lips. If Yunho’s moans were any indicator, Jaejoong was doing a hell of a job for a novice.
“Jae…stop,” Yunho barely managed to raise his upper body and push Jaejoong’s head off of him. It would be embarrassing to blow his rocks so early on. He suddenly whipped his head around, searching, “Where’s that lotion you used before on your legs?”
Jaejoong cocked his head to the side, one hand self-consciously rubbing at his slightly swollen lips, “You mean my Sparkle and Shine Skin Cream?”
“Sure…that.”
“It’s in the top drawer of my desk. Why?”
Yunho grinned as he walked over to Jaejoong’s desk on the other side of the room, “I have a better use for it then plastering it all over your legs.” Not that that wasn’t pretty sexy, he mentally reminded himself.
Jaejoong watched what Yunho was doing curiously, his eyes following the movements of Yunho’s hands as they squirted out some of the glittery substance in the palm of his hand and rubbed it a bit. Yunho even bent down to sniff the stuff. Jaejoong felt just a flicker of annoyance considering Yunho was busy with his little science experiment whereas Jaejoong was all by his lonesome on the bed all hot and bothered with his legs splayed, sending come hither glances that were going ignored.
“This will have to do.” Jaejoong heard Yunho mutter as he came back to where Jaejoong was, the bed dipping once more with their combined weight. Tossing the bottle of lotion next to Jae on the bed, apparently forgotten, Yunho clutched Jaejoong’s face once more in a passionate kiss.
Jaejoong moaned into him, feeling his body heat up once more as Yunho’s hands dipped daringly low and he felt his pants and briefs start to come off. It only took a few more seconds before Yunho-quite fluidly-got Jaejoong to shed all his clothes and did the same for himself.
“Hands and knees, baby” Jaejoong shivered to hear Yunho’s throaty whisper in his ear. Obeying his wishes, Jaejoong got himself into position but yelped when he felt a stinging slap on the backside of one of his smooth, white thighs. Glancing back over his shoulder with a pout he heard a low chuckle, “That’s what you get for trying to seduce me before with this lotion.”
Jaejoong giggled a little at the memory but abruptly stopped when he felt something cold and wet poking at his back entrance. His head immediately whipped around again to see Yunho poke another lathered up finger into his hole. “Yunho…what are you doing??” His whines only earned him another light slap on the ass. “Want to get you prepared, don’t I?”
When Yunho deemed his work was done judging from Jaejoong’s little moans and whimpers, he quickly spurted a decent amount of the lotion on his hand and lathered up his own cock as well. He cringed at the sight of the glittery substance on his dick. Though he wasn’t one to speak considering he was just about to have sex with a guy…he still had to say that this was probably the gayest shit in the world.
However, all such thoughts flew out of his head as Jaejoong beckoned for him in a sultry voice to hurry up and enter him.
Yunho slowly thrusted in from behind, a low groan arising from his stomach at the feeling of the slick entry tightly sheathing his dick. He pushed in slowly, holding back the urge to start bucking his hips, inch by achingly slow inch disappearing into the depths of Jaejoong’s body. The velvet glide just felt so awesome. It almost made him wonder why he had avoided Jaejoong for so long, morals and responsibilities be damned.
Jaejoong, on the other hand, was groaning for a different reason, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he tried hard not to let his legs buckle under him from the pain as Yunho started moving his hips back and forth. Clearly, all the fan fictions and yaoi manga had been telling him lies. He couldn’t imagine how sex could be any way slightly pleasurable much less mind blowingly orgasmic as depicted in fiction. Heck, if he knew how sucky this would be, he would never have approached Yunho in the first-
“Ohh~”
Yunho mentally fist pumped. Found it.
From that point on, Jaejoong’s mind process was a lot less coherent as he tried desperately not to be tided over by the new wave of unfamiliar feelings that wracked his body mercilessly as Yunho continued to thrust into the spot inside of him that made him shiver and tremble, this time from overwhelming pleasure. Hot, slick hands came to grip his waist and pull his body back to match the rhythm of the swift thrusts that were driving him crazy.
Yunho’s thrusts reached a fever pitch that had Jaejoong practically keening into his pillow, conscious of a line of drool coming out of the corner of his lips but too far gone to find himself caring. It didn’t help that Yunho reached over by bending his body to the curve of Jaejoong’s pale back and started stroking Jaejoong’s raging erection at a similar pace to his thrusts, making Jaejoong dizzy with the physical ecstasy that was coming from both sides of his body.
And then Jaejoong exploded, that tightening in his balls a prelude of the white juice that spurted from his cock and into Yunho’s hand. Jaejoong shuddered as he felt all the energy leave his body and he slumped into the bed, only held up by Yunho’s hands on his waist from behind. “Just a little more baby,” Yunho mumbled as he finished himself off with ever quickening thrusts into Jaejoong’s lax body. It wasn’t long before Jaejoong felt something warm fill him up inside like a steady stream. Yunho pulled out his cock from the slickened hole shortly after, following Jaejoong in falling onto the bed in exhaustion.
Jaejoong lazily rolled over on the bed to face Yunho who was on his back, breathing a bit heavily, still a little winded from their impromptu sex. Yunho looked over to him with a wry grin, “So much for talking, huh?”
Jaejoong laughed a little and merely snuggled closer into Yunho’s chest.
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Yoochun tried to adjust to the strange sensation of his head reeling and senses being addled. Shakily, he brought up one hand to gently probe at his stinging cheek. Damn, for such a small boy, Junsu sure had one hell of a backhand, he thought.
He looked over to where Junsu was sitting, red-faced and indignant, still sputtering after his initial, squeaky shout of “What the hell???!!” It was almost cute how he sat there with fists clenched, his round shoulders going up and down as he huffed. Yoochun felt the temptation to pinch one of Junsu’s pink cheeks-an urge that was completely inappropriate for their current situation-but wisely restrained himself.
Yoochun couldn’t help but smile a little despite his injured face, but all his mirth was wiped away at the sight of Junsu’s eyes starting to droop downwards at the corners and fill with tears. Junsu hastily wiped away the tears with a small hand and whipped his head around to look out the window, effectively turning his back on Yoochun.
“Junsu…”
“Take me home,” was the cold reply.
Needless to say, the car ride back was a silent one.
When Yoochun and Junsu arrived home, Yoochun could have sworn he heard the sound of giggles coming from Yunho and Jaejoong’s room but it immediately stopped, making Yoochun doubt his own hearing. Junsu pushed past him after shedding his shoes, stomping away without looking back.
Yoochun sighed. This wasn’t the romantic aftermath that he had envisioned.
Yoochun perked up a little when Junsu suddenly stopped and turned around to look at him. Junsu stared at Yoochun for a long time, making his heart beat faster at the prospect that Junsu had perhaps changed his mind and was now ready to run into his arms or declare his undying love for him or-
“Go fix yourself. We have a photo shoot tomorrow and you look stupid.”
Yoochun’s shoulders sagged as he watched Junsu’s turn back around and walk away. He self-consciously rubbed at his sore cheek, imagining the angry red handprint he would find on it later.
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“What happened to you?” were the first words out of Changmin’s mouth upon seeing Yoochun’s face in the morning. As expected, he did indeed have a blossoming bruise on his left cheek that Yoochun was sure would earn him the reproach of the coordinator noonas at the photo shoot that morning. His unsightly face combined with the fact that Junsu was still giving him the cold shoulder made Yoochun pretty sure that he was in for a hard day ahead of him.
Yoochun tried to pretend like it didn’t affect him as his several attempts to initiate conversation with Junsu that morning had failed miserably (the fourth time ending with Junsu merely scoffing in his face and walking away). On the inside it stung nearly as much as his injured cheek but he tried not to show it as he entered the set for their Japanese album jacket shooting.
It was one of those arduous photo sessions that started off with getting group shoots of the five boys and then individual headshots and full body shots. Just like with everything else they couldn’t decide upon in the DBSK household, the order of who got to take the individual shots first was decided by a harrowing game of rock paper scissors. Tension was high as all the members stood in a circle and glared at each other with narrowed eyes. Today’s order was particularly important because it could make the difference between being done at noon and lounging around eating snacks for the rest of the day and being done in the evening.
Several tries later, Jaejoong and Yunho came out victorious with the first and second spots respectively, Changmin third, Junsu fourth, and Yoochun last. Yoochun stared at his clenched hand with a look of puzzled disappointment.
The day seemed to drag on, not made any better by Jaejoong who waved at Yoochun gaily as he waited for Yunho to be done with the shooting so they could go rest together. Though Yoochun was happy for Jaejoong that he seemed to be getting closer to Yunho again, it didn’t keep him from flipping him off.
Hours later and it was Yoochun’s turn. Yoochun looked up resentfully at the setting sun. Their set was located on one of the local Japanese beaches. Of all Yoochun’s luck, his “concept” was to stand impressively out in the waves as he stared out into the expansive sky. As romantic as that sounded, it meant that he had to stand out in the freezing water with only his paper thin white shirt and shorts. Not to mention that the waves seemed to be getting progressively higher.
Needless to say, Yoochun’s individual session experienced some pitfalls. The waves that began by gently lapping at his legs as he struck a pose while gazing into the distance, became a lot more aggressive as they rose higher and higher, the force of them starting to push him off balance-effectively making him a lot less cool-looking. Eventually it got to the point in which great volumes of water was dousing his body completely, his hair now hanging like seaweed over his face and his white clothes clinging to him like a transparent second skin, making Yoochun ardently wish that he had worked out a lot more prior to this photo shoot. He thought he could see Junsu smirking from where he stood, arms crossed, watching Yoochun’s photo shoot with avid interest.
The photographer finally told Yoochun to stop, saying he would try to salvage some shots in which Yoochun didn’t look like a drowned puppy.
As the staff was clearing away all the photo shoot equipment, Yoochun was trudging out of the water, his whole body wet and exhausted. He shivered a little as he grasped either arm with his hands as he rubbed them up and down, mentally cursing his staff for making them do a beach shoot in February. It was ridiculous really, he thought.
Yoochun merely stared down at the ground as he walked, considering trekking through the sand wasn’t the easiest thing considering his current state. So he was surprised to see a fluffy, white towel abruptly pushed forward into his face. Taking it gratefully, Yoochun looked up to see the owner of the towel, startled to see a solemn looking Junsu.
The two stood there for a moment staring at each other as Yoochun clutched the proffered towel in his hands, not even thinking to wrap it around his body or dry himself off. The two boys stood there, not even caring as their staff members passed them by. The tips of Yoochun’s bangs started to drip water into his eyes. Yoochun tried to rid the moisture by blinking his eyes rapidly without having to swipe at it with his hand like an idiot.
The tips of Junsu’s lips started to quake. When another droplet of water dripped off of Yoochun’s hair and plopped onto the bridge of his nose, slowly making its descent as it slid down Yoochun’s face, Junsu couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. Yoochun cracked a smile too. It was one of those moments in which he didn’t know why he was smiling and felt stupid for it too, and at the same time it just felt right.
They stood there like that for several moments, Junsu’s shoulders shaking with the weight of suppressed laughter and Yoochun with a shit-eating grin on his face and the towel in his hands despite that fact that he was thoroughly soaked.
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The sky was hazy and pink, the last vestiges of day disappearing into the horizon of the vast sea. On the darkening beach, two boys were the only signs of life as they sat facing the sunset.
Yoochun finally had the towel wrapped around his shoulders as he sat a respectable distance from an once-again quiet Junsu who merely gazed out into the beautiful scenery, his knees hugged to his chest and his chin propped up on top.
“I’m not mad at you…” Junsu spoke after a while, still not looking at Yoochun but the tone of his voice a great degree more relaxed than the day before. Yoochun made little dunes in the sand around his feet, letting the gentle lull of Junsu’s voice wash over him. “I was just surprised and frustrated…and I wished you could have just told me.”
Yoochun, properly chagrined, opened his mouth to speak but then closed it, knowing he didn’t have a good excuse for his behavior in the last couple months. “I’m sorry,” he muttered after a while. But he hurried to add on after a pause, “I do like you though, Junsu. I realize I haven’t properly told you that yet.”
Junsu finally turned to look at him and his charismatic eyes seemed to repeat back the thoughts that were in the back of Yoochun’s mind as well. His eyes seemed to repeating back his worries, the downward tilt seeming to say “I’m still not sure if what we’re doing is right” and “I’m scared”.
Yet at the same time, the warm glint in Junsu’s eyes was telling him “But I like you so I want to give it a try.”
And before he knew it, Yoochun was edging over to Junsu where he sat on the sand. The mood was just right with the brilliant setting sun casting a warm hue over their bodies. Yoochun was leaning in closer and closer until he felt a small hand clutching his own and their two intertwined hands lifted up in front of his face.
“Hands. Let’s just hold hands for now.”
Seeing Junsu with his wide, blinding smile once more, Yoochun couldn’t bring himself to say no.
A/N Oh god, that chapter took the longest time to write, hence the late update :( i guess looking back on it, it makes me laugh a little that yunjae is having sex while yoosu are holding hands...but the two couples are just such a different dynamic *shrugs*
At around 36,000 words for this story, we are approaching the end...^^