He's My Fly Boy 2/2
Title: He's My Fly Boy 2/2
Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were my boys, I'd always have them horny and covered in grease and playing with toys.
Summary: Jaejoong is a prick. But he and his ship are my responsibility. But he's a prick. And he always gets what he wants, and for some reason, he wants me. The question is, do I want him?
Poster by me!
Every time Changmin called Jaejoong "fly boy" I thought of this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D83X98jt_VQ . Don't judge me. I love this song and this movie. So that's why this fic is called He's My Fly Boy
Jaejoong was an asshole. It became a constant mantra while he was gone. Everyday I said it to myself, trying to convince myself, and everyday, he slowly whittled down my resolve. The mark he left on my neck stubbornly refused to go away. And even in the darkest reaches of space, the jerk sent me messages. Nothing like he was declaring his love for me, but little things. One said, “I hope you’re having a better day than I am,” and just like that I went from being pissed off at him to being worried about him. News came back of their battles and the losses. HyunJoong, Jaejoong’s best friend, had been shot down right in front of Jaejoong’s eyes.
By the end of the second week, I was a mess of nerves and emotions. Part of me was waiting for the day when we received word of Jaejoong being shot down.
When Jaejoong’s unit was finally called back, I sat in my room, waiting. Tense. His ID tags dangled from my wrist. I hadn’t worn them since he’d been gone, and I had to make a decision now. I had to be in the hanger when Jaejoong landed. His whole squadron had suffered damage and losses.
I clutched the ID tags until I was sure Jaejoong’s name was going to be imprinted on my palm for the rest of my life.
An alarm went off, and I jumped up from my bed. I jogged down the halls and then stopped where Jaejoong had taken my body.
Don’t completely discount me.
I think I had managed that since I hadn’t melted down his ID tags and used them as solder for the repairs on other ships.
The whine of ships landing echoed through the hallway. I leaned against the wall and stared at the ID tags. I had my own, but I never wore them: they had a tendency to get caught in machinery and strangle the wearer. Hasty decision made, I ran back to my room to grab them from the drawer. I heard my name announced over the loud speaker, but I knew that Jaejoong hadn’t even gotten out of his crawler yet. They had to cool down after a trip in space like that.
I ran back down the halls, tossing Jaejoong’s ID tags over my head as I went. The chain was cold on my neck. As soon as I entered the hanger, my gaze found his ship and went to the cockpit and met his eyes and I smiled and he smiled and then tech-mode took over as I inspected the damage to his ship. There were holes in the fuselage, and one engine was only running at half capacity. Scrapes, dents, burn marks on the wings, and I suddenly realized how close Jaejoong had been to not making it back.
Someone slapped my shoulder and I tore my eyes away from Jaejoong and moved around to help catalogue the damage. When the pilots were given the all clear, their hatches opened. I was good and didn’t rush over and kiss him senseless. I waited until Jaejoong was on the ground before striding over to him.
“What the hell did you do to her?” I demanded.
He frowned, and then I watched as his eyes fell to my chest and settled on his ID tags hanging around my neck. His lips stretched into a wide smile. I did my best not to smile back, keeping my arms crossed and my gaze accusing.
“Oh, you know, tech boy, the hardships of battle. But I know you’ll fix her up, good as new.”
“When’s your next mission, fly boy?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know. Tomorrow, next week. Things … things are not going well, so the commanders are trying to rework our strategies.”
“Which means you’re going to be in meetings for days and days and days.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll have her ready when you need her.”
“I know.” He stepped closer to me. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Will you be ready when I need you?”
I looked down and my fingers played with his ID tags. Mine were looped around my wrist and I held up my arm for him to see. “Against my better judgment, yes, I will be.”
He smiled, a bit of sadness leaving his tired eyes. He unwound the ID tags and slipped them over his neck. And then I decided that I had been separated from him for too long and I stepped into him and hugged him. His arms went around my waist and he held me tightly. I was very aware of eyes on us, but I didn’t care anymore.
“I’m sorry about HyunJoong,” I whispered.
His chest hitched.
“Go rest, and clean up and get some real food in your stomach.”
“Aw, tech boy, you do care about me.” He pulled away and smiled.
“Unfortunately.”
He laughed.
“Go away, fly boy,” I said and pushed him away. He stopped, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. Pulling a shocked gasp from me, and I heard more than one from others. The kiss ended before I could respond to it, and he was suddenly gone, and I watched him leave the hanger, arm around one of his pilots.
I gave myself a forceful shake and ignored the catcalls and questions from the other technicians. I got to work on repairing Jaejoong’s crawler. A few hours later, I had to take off the ID tags as they got in my way again and again. They didn’t go far. I put them in my pocket.
An announcement came down that the fleet had to depart in less than forty eight hours. Any thoughts of sleep disappeared and I pushed myself and my technicians to get everything ready. I tried not to think about Jaejoong leaving again so soon.
A few hours later, Jaejoong stepped next to me and we stared at the mess that was his crawler. “Everything alright, tech boy?”
I sighed, but for the first time, it wasn’t because of irritation with Jaejoong. “No. I don’t even know how you made it back flying this thing. Those gun shots ripped up your engine and now they want me to have it repaired in …” I checked the clock on the way. “Forty-two hours.”
“I made it back because of the way you wire things. The way your brain works. The systems aren’t dependent, so I can still fly without something that is vital on another ship. In other words, you’re a technical genius.”
I snorted. “Now you’re just trying to get into my pants.”
He chuckled. I let him hug me. The chain of my ID tags dug into my cheek as I nuzzled his neck. He smelled clean. And … like vanilla? Yeah. Vanilla and cinnamon. I let my tongue touch his skin. He shivered.
“You should sleep,” he said.
“Then why did you bring me coffee, fly boy?”
“Because I know you won’t sleep.”
“I don’t need to sleep right now.”
Lips pressed against my cheek. “Sleep soon.” He let me go.
“Jae?” I said, and he turned back to me. I found a pen on the ground that I’d been marking scrap metal with. I pushed up the sleeve of his jacket and wrote down the password to my room. “Give me eight hours.”
He smiled and nodded. I sipped on the coffee as I watched him walk away. It was going to be a long day.
Something exploded, something cut my arm, and I didn’t have the parts I needed to fix all the crawlers. I got chewed out by a commander over the phone when I said that Jae’s squad wouldn’t be ready when they needed to be.
“I am not sending them into a battle with half-ass equipment, Commander. It’s already hard enough for them out there. They don’t need to doubt their machines.”
He hadn’t been happy with that, or that I hung up on him, but I was cranky and tired and sore and my arm hurt and I was covered in grease and soot. I stumbled down the hall to my room, my energy suddenly gone. The door slid open and through blurry eyes, I saw that someone else was already in there.
“You’re late, tech boy,” Jaejoong said.
“Your commander is a bastard,” I said and stripped. I went to the shower and stood under the water for a few long minutes. I had no energy to wash myself.
“Do you mind?” Jaejoong said behind me and then cold hands ran up and down my back. I shivered, because no, I did not mind. He washed my hair and over my arms and legs and chest and back. He frowned at the deep cut on my arm.
“Your crawler bit me,” I said.
“I’m sure you deserved it.”
I smiled and leaned into his body, eyes shut. He turned off the water, dried me off and took me to bed. I was asleep before he curled around me. I woke up warm and to a voice whispering my name.
“I’m not sure if you’re going to kill me for letting you sleep, or kill me for waking you up, but you need to get up and go.”
My eyes blinked open, I saw the time and said, “Fuck, Jaejoong!” and was up and getting dressed in two seconds. I had only planned on sleeping for four hours. It’d been seven.
He chuckled as I ran around the room, tripping as I tried to shove my feet into my boots.
“I should have been at the hanger hours ago, you dickhead.”
“You’re pretty when you sleep,” he said, startling me to a stop. He was propped up in my bed, shirtless, the blanket riding low on his waist, showing off abs and thighs. I just cut off my moan when I realized that he hadn’t put on any clothes after our shower either and I just spent the last seven hours pressed against his warm naked skin. He smirked at me.
I ran over to him and kissed him deeply. A fleeting thought of it only being our second kiss flit through my brain, but we were going to have to increase that number later. I made sure I had his ID tags in my pocket. He grabbed my shirt before I could pull away.
“I don’t care what you have to not do to my ship. I want at least six hours with you before I have to leave again.”
I shivered, but hid it behind a smile. “Yes, sir,” I said and saluted. “Come and help me then. The sooner we get you outfitted, the sooner you can de-outfit me.”
“That was lame.”
“Yep. Blaming you. See you in a little bit.” I kissed him again and head light and loopy I went back to work on his ship. He joined me an hour later.
Eighteen hours later, I had done everything I could do on every ship in Jaejoong’s squadron. I ignored his pleas to go to bed. I ignored the looks I got from my technicians. Everything had to be right. It had to be. At least headquarters had made an announcement that the fleet wouldn’t be leaving just yet. It meant I’d have some time with Jaejoong.
“You need to sleep,” Jaejoong said, pulling on my arm.
“I’m fine.”
“I know, but I told you I wanted six hours, and we’re down to twelve. I want you well rested.”
“For sex? Great.” I said it a bit too loudly and others in the hanger looked over at us.
He smiled. “No. For rest. I’m worried about you.”
“And I’m worried about you,” I practically shouted. “Everything has to be perfect. It has to be. Because if it’s not and it … something happens … and you don’t come back and …” I knew I was babbling.
Maybe I did need to sleep.
He took my arm and started dragging me across the hanger. “Everything is perfect. You can take a couple hours later and double check everything, but for as tired as you are, you might miss something now.”
“Don’t insult me,” I said and tried to jerk my arm out of his hold as we entered a side hall.
He slammed me against the wall (one I knew well) and said, “Stop fucking resisting,” and pushed his body against mine. “I know how to get past your defences, Changmin.”
I shut my eyes.
“Come on. You’re tired. You’re dirty. You’re probably horny and I know you want to hold me until you feel like I’ll always be in your arms.”
I clutched at his flight jacket. “What if you don’t come back?”
He pressed his lips against mine. “Then I don’t come back.”
“Comforting, you fucking bastard.”
“It’s the truth.”
I sighed and put my head on his shoulder. “I know.”
“Come on. You really need to sleep. Caring, worried, and freaked out is not a good look on you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Please, Changmin.” His hands wound around my waist, holding me tightly. Almost unconsciously, I put my arms around his neck. He walked me backwards and I trusted him to lead me and guide me.
“You’re right. I need to sleep.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m trusting you right now and that scares me.”
Jaejoong chuckled. I heard the door of my room beep open and then a few minutes later he put me into bed.
“I’m dirty,” I protested as he untied my boots.
“You’re going to be asleep in a few minutes. You won’t care.”
I sighed because once again he was right. Lips pressed against mine and then I remembered nothing until fingers feathered through my hair and lips were trailing over my neck.
We were naked.
“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you,” I grumbled and buried into Jaejoong’s bare body. Well, not completely naked. His ID tags hung around my neck, mine were around his neck.
“Come on, tech boy. It’s time for a shower and then a fucking that neither of us will forget.”
“You think too highly of yourself,” I said even as my cock twitched and filled at the thought of him fucking me again.
“So do you,” he said and gripped my cock.
I batted his hand away. “Dirty, remember?”
“Then let’s get clean.” He grabbed my wrists and pulled me to my feet. I swayed, still half asleep and then followed him to my bathroom, trying to rub sleep out of my eyes as I yawned.
The water was warm, and his body was warmer. I curled into him as he slowly washed grease and grime from my hair and skin. Standing there I came to the decision that I still hated him, but only because he was suddenly the most important thing in my life and I had no idea how that happened. I wasn’t in control of my feelings for him, or the way my body reacted to him and I hated it when I wasn’t in control and I blamed him so I hated him.
“So what is this?” I muttered.
“What is what?”
“This, us, thing, now.”
“Um, this is us taking a shower.”
I leaned away from him with a sigh. “This, Jaejoong,” I said and grabbed our ID tags in my hand. I twisted them until our faces were almost together. “What is this?”
He smiled, but when he tried to steal a kiss, I turned my head and his lips pressed against my cheek. He sighed. “I like you, don’t you like me?”
“I don’t. I hated you four weeks ago and now I’m in a shower with you and worried about you and have a desperate need to never let you out of my sight.”
“From the man who used to avoid me.”
I didn’t answer that, because I did avoid him. He treated me like shit.
“I didn’t get it at first. Hy-Hyunjoong pointed it out to me about three months ago. About how you avoided me and you’re only around when my crawler needs something. Trust me, Changmin. I didn’t notice before. But then I realized he was right. So I watched you. And god, you pissed me off, because you totally ignored everything I did.”
I scoffed, but he put his hand over my mouth with a smile.
“Let me finish. That morning in the hall. It was just a fuck.”
My eyes narrowed.
He smiled. “It was. Because maybe, just maybe if I fucked you then I’d stop thinking about you all the time, and you’d stop entering my head while I was flying. But it didn’t work. Then while we were doing drills before our mission, I was thinking about you and it just sort of hit me and I said to Hyunjoong, ‘Oh my god, I think I’m falling in love with Changmin.’ And then of course, there was laughter in my headset because I said it to my entire squadron instead of just HyunJoong.”
He removed his hand and ran his hand over my cheek. “You know what he said to me? He said, ‘it’s about fucking time you figured that out’. So what is this? I don’t know. I like you, Changmin. You’re a fucking dick sometimes, but your passion for your work is alluring. You’re snarky, but most of what you say, holds some possibility of intelligence.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
He laughed. “What about you? What is this to you?”
My mouth opened and my mind went blank. “I … I don’t know.”
“Wow. We agree on something. Can I kiss you now?”
I opened my mouth again to say we weren’t done talking yet, but there wasn’t really anything else to talk about, so I nodded.
His smile was worth it. He cupped my face in his hands and our lips pressed together. I did not want soft and delicate. I wanted Jaejoong. I wanted the fierce fighter pilot. I wanted the authority. I grabbed his wrists and put his arms around my waist before pressing our bodies together. He moaned, mouth falling open and our kiss deepened, turned to desperation. His foot slipped and we fell until his shoulder slammed into the wall. Warm water pounded over us, bodies sliding together.
“You’re about three seconds away from being fucked in this shower,” Jaejoong said between biting my lips.
“No way. You said if I wanted a rough fuck then I had to have you in a bed, so I want you in a bed.”
Jaejoong chuckled, and a moment later, he shut the water off, and we were cold and shivering, clambering out of the bathroom. A towel ran roughly over my skin as a hand stroked my cock.
“Dry enough,” I said and pushed him away far enough to slip around him.
The room wasn’t big enough for a chase, so Jaejoong caught me quickly. Arms wrapped around my waist and I laughed as my back hit the bed. He cut it off with a kiss and I lost myself in his lips. God, he was a good kisser. He didn’t fight with me for control. He didn’t let me take control. We kissed like time wasn’t short, like our blood wasn’t pumping erratically. Like we weren’t ready to come in five minutes.
When he finally moved his lips away from mine, I gasped, but having his lips on my neck wasn’t any better. I was able to concentrate on other things. His hand was hot against my side, his legs firm between mine. So much naked skin.
I grabbed his face as his lips and tongue started down my chest.
His eyes narrowed in question.
“Please, Jaejoong. You can worship me later. Fuck me.”
“Worship you?” he said with a laugh. “You’re a god now.”
“I’ve always been a god, fly boy. You’ve just been too caught up in your own self-worship to notice.”
“Now that is true. Lube?”
With my long arms, I reached for the side drawer. I couldn’t quite reach, so Jaejoong leaned over and opened the drawer. He pulled out the bottle and grinned. “Vanilla?”
“It’s soothing,” I said with a smirk. Like I really cared. It’d been the cheapest when I was at the store.
“And you’re going to need something soothing, because I am going to fuck you. Hands and knees or--”
I smirked and pulled up my legs, holding behind my knees. “Funny thing. I actually want to look at you this time.”
“I am beautiful.”
“You are.”
Jaejoong upended the bottle and poured lube right on my body, thick dripping down my ass and inner thighs. It made me shake. He tossed the bottle to the side and ran his hand over the puddle of lube at my hip. He used it to coat his cock.
“Hurry,” I begged and let fingers of my right hand curve toward my ass. I had a finger poised to enter me when he grabbed my wrist, his hand slick with lube.
“No. You want hard and fast, you don’t get prep.”
“Then fuck me.”
Jaejoong held his cock against my body, and then slipped it over my entrance, up and down, up until the tip buried under my balls, down until the tip no longer touched skin. Over and over until I was begging.
“Please, please, Jaejoong, please. Just … god, I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”
“Me, too.”
“Doesn’t seem like it, Mr Content to Torture Me. Come on, fuck me. Spread me open.” I wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked myself. “Make me come.”
He knocked my hand away from my dick. “Arm above your head.”
“Fuck you.”
“Do it.”
“No. I want to touch you.” I reached up and grabbed his hair and pulled him down over me. He landed with a grunt, one hand above my head.
“You’re being stubborn.”
“You’re being a bastard, so we’re even. Now fuck me.” I kissed him hard, hands pulling at his hair. He moaned. The blunt head of his cock pushed against my body again. I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed my scream when he finally forced his way into my body.
It was smoother than the hallway and he was able to bury himself completely inside me all at once.
My head arched back, pushing into the bed. My hips rose and he settled deeply inside me. It hurt, but not like it had in the hallway. The muscle stretched and tightened around him. I took a few deep breaths for comfort.
“Better,” he whispered against my lips. He pulled out and in and I nodded.
God, it was too much. So fucking much. The heat of his skin moved away from my chest. His hands gripped my knees and he slid in and out of me quickly. My arms flew out to my sides, a death grip on the blanket. My back arched as each trip into my body pulled a stronger moan from my throat. He let go of one leg and I immediately wrapped it around his waist, trying to pull him closer. The heat of his hand surrounded my cock.
“Oh, fuck, Jaejoong.” My vision was gray, spotty, then black, a flash of white. I had no idea if my eyes were open or not.
Jae sped up, both the thrusting into my body and stroking my dick. I lifted my hips, and his hand hooked under my thigh. My leg rose, knee hooking on his shoulder as he bent me in half and slammed into me harder.
I cried out as the next thrust into my body made me see white again. Something that felt like pleasure coiled through my lower body, but it had to be something else, because pleasure had never felt this intense. The need to come had never been so desperate. Fluid leaked onto my stomach, dripped from me. Jaejoong had stopped stroking me, his hand flat on the wall for balance and control. I grabbed his ass with one hand and then put my fingers around my cock. After only a few strokes, I was coming. Hard. Body spasming and arching as warm wet thick strings of white splattered over my chest.
I went boneless with a moan and Jae growled above me as the angle changed. He hooked my knees at his elbows and continued to fuck me. I was smiling like a goon, I knew I was, but I couldn’t help it as little bursts of pleasure zinged around my body.
“Fuck, Min,” Jaejoong grunted and then our lips met and he kissed me, hips jerking forward. His whole body shook and he moaned into my mouth as he came into my body. He collapsed on top of me. Our ID tags clinked together.
I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, eliciting a groan from both of us as his cock slipped around inside me.
“So much better than last time,” I said and kissed his shoulder.
He propped up on an elbow and blew blond hair out of his eyes. “Really?”
“Yes.” I nuzzled his neck and then rubbed our noses together.
He laughed and kissed me. He moved, and we both sighed when he slipped out of me. He didn’t move much, just enough to lay his head on my sweaty chest. His tongue darted out and licked up a drop of come. His fingertip traced the chain of the ID tag (also covered in come).
“How much time do we have left?” Jaejoong whispered.
I looked at my clock. “Not a lot. An hour maybe.”
“Then we should get round two started,” he said and our lips met.
Round two was full of more kissing, more touching, more breathing, more whimpering. More movements. More positions. I came all over his body while riding his cock. He came with me on my hands and knees, head lowered to the bed. More kissing.
Another shower full of washing and kissing.
Afterwards, as we dressed, my brain could only think of one thing: what if he didn’t come back?
I tried not to dwell on it. My hands shook as I put on my coveralls.
He stopped us at the door of my room. He was all suited up for flight, all he needed was a jacket. After a soft kiss he said, “I’m not going to make you promises I can’t keep, Changmin. I might not come back.”
I leaned my forehead against his. “I know. And I might be repairing a ship tomorrow and get crushed because some stupid apprentice wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing. It’s a hazard of our life.”
“You’ll miss me?”
“Of course, but I will have to find someone else to push me around and belittle me in front of everyone.”
“God, you are not going to let that go, are you, tech boy?” he asked with a smile.
I smiled back and kissed him. “Nope. Never. Come on. Let’s go double check my work. Again, god forbid there’s a screw loose.”
The door swished open. “I think there is a screw loose,” Jaejoong said and flicked the back of my head. “Up there.”
“I just slept with you, so I think you’re right.”
His arms wrapped around me from behind. “You loved it.”
“I did.”
The last few hours before he had to leave flew by. And we were hugging again as his other pilots waited for him to get in his damn crawler. I heard them laughing at us.
“I don’t care what you said, fly boy, you better come back or I am going to have to hate you.”
He chuckled and kissed me softly one more time. “Don’t worry, tech boy. I will do everything in my power to make sure you don’t hate me.”
I left the hanger as soon as he was strapped into his crawler. I couldn’t handle seeing him leave. No one blamed me.
This time I didn’t hide his ID tags. I wore them every day, every where I went. The other technicians laughed at the sappy messages Jaejoong and I sent each other through the dark reaches of space.
Jaejoong was gone for almost a month, but this strategy had been better than the last, and instead of being subdued, the hanger was full of energy as we waited for the ships to land and cool down. I never took my eyes off Jaejoong, and he smiled and made kissy faces at me and obscene gestures until the pilots were given the all clear. In less than a heartbeat I was in his arms, his lips against mine. He hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started walking, still kissing me.
We ignored the shouts and laughter from the other pilots and technicians. Jaejoong only moved us to the small hallway. My back met the wall. We kissed for what felt like hours. He smelled of space and grease and sweat and it was the greatest smell in the world. A hand cupped my ass and squeezed. I leaned my head back and moaned. He kissed my neck before coming back to my lips.
“So I was thinking,” I said, lips together.
“Hm?”
“I’m pretty sure I love you,” I said, but I made it sound like I had some sort of disease.
He laughed and held me tightly, his hips jerked against my body. “That’s good, because I’m pretty sure I love you, too.”
I moaned. “Damn it. What the hell, fly boy?”
“Just one of Fate’s practical jokes, tech boy.”
I hummed in thought, lips still against his. “I think we should send Fate some flowers, or something. You know, to thank her for making us put up with each other.”
“We should send her lots and lots of flowers. Or I’m pretty sure she’d be happy if we just fucked again.”
“Amazing idea. Who knew that a fly boy could be smart?”
His lips curled in a grin and he nipped at my lips. “You want it here again?”
“Tempting, but I don’t want nice and slow in the middle of the hallway.”
“Dirty and rough in a bed?” He readjusted his hold on my legs and carried me down the hall.
“Yeah.”
“We’re so twisted, tech boy.”
I reached between us and grabbed our ID tags in my hands, twisting them until the metal dug into our necks. “Just how I like it, fly boy.”
Part 1: Tech Boy
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were my boys, I'd always have them horny and covered in grease and playing with toys.
Summary: Jaejoong is a prick. But he and his ship are my responsibility. But he's a prick. And he always gets what he wants, and for some reason, he wants me. The question is, do I want him?
Poster by me!
Every time Changmin called Jaejoong "fly boy" I thought of this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D83X98jt_VQ . Don't judge me. I love this song and this movie. So that's why this fic is called He's My Fly Boy
Jaejoong was an asshole. It became a constant mantra while he was gone. Everyday I said it to myself, trying to convince myself, and everyday, he slowly whittled down my resolve. The mark he left on my neck stubbornly refused to go away. And even in the darkest reaches of space, the jerk sent me messages. Nothing like he was declaring his love for me, but little things. One said, “I hope you’re having a better day than I am,” and just like that I went from being pissed off at him to being worried about him. News came back of their battles and the losses. HyunJoong, Jaejoong’s best friend, had been shot down right in front of Jaejoong’s eyes.
By the end of the second week, I was a mess of nerves and emotions. Part of me was waiting for the day when we received word of Jaejoong being shot down.
When Jaejoong’s unit was finally called back, I sat in my room, waiting. Tense. His ID tags dangled from my wrist. I hadn’t worn them since he’d been gone, and I had to make a decision now. I had to be in the hanger when Jaejoong landed. His whole squadron had suffered damage and losses.
I clutched the ID tags until I was sure Jaejoong’s name was going to be imprinted on my palm for the rest of my life.
An alarm went off, and I jumped up from my bed. I jogged down the halls and then stopped where Jaejoong had taken my body.
Don’t completely discount me.
I think I had managed that since I hadn’t melted down his ID tags and used them as solder for the repairs on other ships.
The whine of ships landing echoed through the hallway. I leaned against the wall and stared at the ID tags. I had my own, but I never wore them: they had a tendency to get caught in machinery and strangle the wearer. Hasty decision made, I ran back to my room to grab them from the drawer. I heard my name announced over the loud speaker, but I knew that Jaejoong hadn’t even gotten out of his crawler yet. They had to cool down after a trip in space like that.
I ran back down the halls, tossing Jaejoong’s ID tags over my head as I went. The chain was cold on my neck. As soon as I entered the hanger, my gaze found his ship and went to the cockpit and met his eyes and I smiled and he smiled and then tech-mode took over as I inspected the damage to his ship. There were holes in the fuselage, and one engine was only running at half capacity. Scrapes, dents, burn marks on the wings, and I suddenly realized how close Jaejoong had been to not making it back.
Someone slapped my shoulder and I tore my eyes away from Jaejoong and moved around to help catalogue the damage. When the pilots were given the all clear, their hatches opened. I was good and didn’t rush over and kiss him senseless. I waited until Jaejoong was on the ground before striding over to him.
“What the hell did you do to her?” I demanded.
He frowned, and then I watched as his eyes fell to my chest and settled on his ID tags hanging around my neck. His lips stretched into a wide smile. I did my best not to smile back, keeping my arms crossed and my gaze accusing.
“Oh, you know, tech boy, the hardships of battle. But I know you’ll fix her up, good as new.”
“When’s your next mission, fly boy?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know. Tomorrow, next week. Things … things are not going well, so the commanders are trying to rework our strategies.”
“Which means you’re going to be in meetings for days and days and days.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll have her ready when you need her.”
“I know.” He stepped closer to me. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Will you be ready when I need you?”
I looked down and my fingers played with his ID tags. Mine were looped around my wrist and I held up my arm for him to see. “Against my better judgment, yes, I will be.”
He smiled, a bit of sadness leaving his tired eyes. He unwound the ID tags and slipped them over his neck. And then I decided that I had been separated from him for too long and I stepped into him and hugged him. His arms went around my waist and he held me tightly. I was very aware of eyes on us, but I didn’t care anymore.
“I’m sorry about HyunJoong,” I whispered.
His chest hitched.
“Go rest, and clean up and get some real food in your stomach.”
“Aw, tech boy, you do care about me.” He pulled away and smiled.
“Unfortunately.”
He laughed.
“Go away, fly boy,” I said and pushed him away. He stopped, leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. Pulling a shocked gasp from me, and I heard more than one from others. The kiss ended before I could respond to it, and he was suddenly gone, and I watched him leave the hanger, arm around one of his pilots.
I gave myself a forceful shake and ignored the catcalls and questions from the other technicians. I got to work on repairing Jaejoong’s crawler. A few hours later, I had to take off the ID tags as they got in my way again and again. They didn’t go far. I put them in my pocket.
An announcement came down that the fleet had to depart in less than forty eight hours. Any thoughts of sleep disappeared and I pushed myself and my technicians to get everything ready. I tried not to think about Jaejoong leaving again so soon.
A few hours later, Jaejoong stepped next to me and we stared at the mess that was his crawler. “Everything alright, tech boy?”
I sighed, but for the first time, it wasn’t because of irritation with Jaejoong. “No. I don’t even know how you made it back flying this thing. Those gun shots ripped up your engine and now they want me to have it repaired in …” I checked the clock on the way. “Forty-two hours.”
“I made it back because of the way you wire things. The way your brain works. The systems aren’t dependent, so I can still fly without something that is vital on another ship. In other words, you’re a technical genius.”
I snorted. “Now you’re just trying to get into my pants.”
He chuckled. I let him hug me. The chain of my ID tags dug into my cheek as I nuzzled his neck. He smelled clean. And … like vanilla? Yeah. Vanilla and cinnamon. I let my tongue touch his skin. He shivered.
“You should sleep,” he said.
“Then why did you bring me coffee, fly boy?”
“Because I know you won’t sleep.”
“I don’t need to sleep right now.”
Lips pressed against my cheek. “Sleep soon.” He let me go.
“Jae?” I said, and he turned back to me. I found a pen on the ground that I’d been marking scrap metal with. I pushed up the sleeve of his jacket and wrote down the password to my room. “Give me eight hours.”
He smiled and nodded. I sipped on the coffee as I watched him walk away. It was going to be a long day.
Something exploded, something cut my arm, and I didn’t have the parts I needed to fix all the crawlers. I got chewed out by a commander over the phone when I said that Jae’s squad wouldn’t be ready when they needed to be.
“I am not sending them into a battle with half-ass equipment, Commander. It’s already hard enough for them out there. They don’t need to doubt their machines.”
He hadn’t been happy with that, or that I hung up on him, but I was cranky and tired and sore and my arm hurt and I was covered in grease and soot. I stumbled down the hall to my room, my energy suddenly gone. The door slid open and through blurry eyes, I saw that someone else was already in there.
“You’re late, tech boy,” Jaejoong said.
“Your commander is a bastard,” I said and stripped. I went to the shower and stood under the water for a few long minutes. I had no energy to wash myself.
“Do you mind?” Jaejoong said behind me and then cold hands ran up and down my back. I shivered, because no, I did not mind. He washed my hair and over my arms and legs and chest and back. He frowned at the deep cut on my arm.
“Your crawler bit me,” I said.
“I’m sure you deserved it.”
I smiled and leaned into his body, eyes shut. He turned off the water, dried me off and took me to bed. I was asleep before he curled around me. I woke up warm and to a voice whispering my name.
“I’m not sure if you’re going to kill me for letting you sleep, or kill me for waking you up, but you need to get up and go.”
My eyes blinked open, I saw the time and said, “Fuck, Jaejoong!” and was up and getting dressed in two seconds. I had only planned on sleeping for four hours. It’d been seven.
He chuckled as I ran around the room, tripping as I tried to shove my feet into my boots.
“I should have been at the hanger hours ago, you dickhead.”
“You’re pretty when you sleep,” he said, startling me to a stop. He was propped up in my bed, shirtless, the blanket riding low on his waist, showing off abs and thighs. I just cut off my moan when I realized that he hadn’t put on any clothes after our shower either and I just spent the last seven hours pressed against his warm naked skin. He smirked at me.
I ran over to him and kissed him deeply. A fleeting thought of it only being our second kiss flit through my brain, but we were going to have to increase that number later. I made sure I had his ID tags in my pocket. He grabbed my shirt before I could pull away.
“I don’t care what you have to not do to my ship. I want at least six hours with you before I have to leave again.”
I shivered, but hid it behind a smile. “Yes, sir,” I said and saluted. “Come and help me then. The sooner we get you outfitted, the sooner you can de-outfit me.”
“That was lame.”
“Yep. Blaming you. See you in a little bit.” I kissed him again and head light and loopy I went back to work on his ship. He joined me an hour later.
Eighteen hours later, I had done everything I could do on every ship in Jaejoong’s squadron. I ignored his pleas to go to bed. I ignored the looks I got from my technicians. Everything had to be right. It had to be. At least headquarters had made an announcement that the fleet wouldn’t be leaving just yet. It meant I’d have some time with Jaejoong.
“You need to sleep,” Jaejoong said, pulling on my arm.
“I’m fine.”
“I know, but I told you I wanted six hours, and we’re down to twelve. I want you well rested.”
“For sex? Great.” I said it a bit too loudly and others in the hanger looked over at us.
He smiled. “No. For rest. I’m worried about you.”
“And I’m worried about you,” I practically shouted. “Everything has to be perfect. It has to be. Because if it’s not and it … something happens … and you don’t come back and …” I knew I was babbling.
Maybe I did need to sleep.
He took my arm and started dragging me across the hanger. “Everything is perfect. You can take a couple hours later and double check everything, but for as tired as you are, you might miss something now.”
“Don’t insult me,” I said and tried to jerk my arm out of his hold as we entered a side hall.
He slammed me against the wall (one I knew well) and said, “Stop fucking resisting,” and pushed his body against mine. “I know how to get past your defences, Changmin.”
I shut my eyes.
“Come on. You’re tired. You’re dirty. You’re probably horny and I know you want to hold me until you feel like I’ll always be in your arms.”
I clutched at his flight jacket. “What if you don’t come back?”
He pressed his lips against mine. “Then I don’t come back.”
“Comforting, you fucking bastard.”
“It’s the truth.”
I sighed and put my head on his shoulder. “I know.”
“Come on. You really need to sleep. Caring, worried, and freaked out is not a good look on you.”
“Fuck you.”
“Please, Changmin.” His hands wound around my waist, holding me tightly. Almost unconsciously, I put my arms around his neck. He walked me backwards and I trusted him to lead me and guide me.
“You’re right. I need to sleep.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m trusting you right now and that scares me.”
Jaejoong chuckled. I heard the door of my room beep open and then a few minutes later he put me into bed.
“I’m dirty,” I protested as he untied my boots.
“You’re going to be asleep in a few minutes. You won’t care.”
I sighed because once again he was right. Lips pressed against mine and then I remembered nothing until fingers feathered through my hair and lips were trailing over my neck.
We were naked.
“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you,” I grumbled and buried into Jaejoong’s bare body. Well, not completely naked. His ID tags hung around my neck, mine were around his neck.
“Come on, tech boy. It’s time for a shower and then a fucking that neither of us will forget.”
“You think too highly of yourself,” I said even as my cock twitched and filled at the thought of him fucking me again.
“So do you,” he said and gripped my cock.
I batted his hand away. “Dirty, remember?”
“Then let’s get clean.” He grabbed my wrists and pulled me to my feet. I swayed, still half asleep and then followed him to my bathroom, trying to rub sleep out of my eyes as I yawned.
The water was warm, and his body was warmer. I curled into him as he slowly washed grease and grime from my hair and skin. Standing there I came to the decision that I still hated him, but only because he was suddenly the most important thing in my life and I had no idea how that happened. I wasn’t in control of my feelings for him, or the way my body reacted to him and I hated it when I wasn’t in control and I blamed him so I hated him.
“So what is this?” I muttered.
“What is what?”
“This, us, thing, now.”
“Um, this is us taking a shower.”
I leaned away from him with a sigh. “This, Jaejoong,” I said and grabbed our ID tags in my hand. I twisted them until our faces were almost together. “What is this?”
He smiled, but when he tried to steal a kiss, I turned my head and his lips pressed against my cheek. He sighed. “I like you, don’t you like me?”
“I don’t. I hated you four weeks ago and now I’m in a shower with you and worried about you and have a desperate need to never let you out of my sight.”
“From the man who used to avoid me.”
I didn’t answer that, because I did avoid him. He treated me like shit.
“I didn’t get it at first. Hy-Hyunjoong pointed it out to me about three months ago. About how you avoided me and you’re only around when my crawler needs something. Trust me, Changmin. I didn’t notice before. But then I realized he was right. So I watched you. And god, you pissed me off, because you totally ignored everything I did.”
I scoffed, but he put his hand over my mouth with a smile.
“Let me finish. That morning in the hall. It was just a fuck.”
My eyes narrowed.
He smiled. “It was. Because maybe, just maybe if I fucked you then I’d stop thinking about you all the time, and you’d stop entering my head while I was flying. But it didn’t work. Then while we were doing drills before our mission, I was thinking about you and it just sort of hit me and I said to Hyunjoong, ‘Oh my god, I think I’m falling in love with Changmin.’ And then of course, there was laughter in my headset because I said it to my entire squadron instead of just HyunJoong.”
He removed his hand and ran his hand over my cheek. “You know what he said to me? He said, ‘it’s about fucking time you figured that out’. So what is this? I don’t know. I like you, Changmin. You’re a fucking dick sometimes, but your passion for your work is alluring. You’re snarky, but most of what you say, holds some possibility of intelligence.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
He laughed. “What about you? What is this to you?”
My mouth opened and my mind went blank. “I … I don’t know.”
“Wow. We agree on something. Can I kiss you now?”
I opened my mouth again to say we weren’t done talking yet, but there wasn’t really anything else to talk about, so I nodded.
His smile was worth it. He cupped my face in his hands and our lips pressed together. I did not want soft and delicate. I wanted Jaejoong. I wanted the fierce fighter pilot. I wanted the authority. I grabbed his wrists and put his arms around my waist before pressing our bodies together. He moaned, mouth falling open and our kiss deepened, turned to desperation. His foot slipped and we fell until his shoulder slammed into the wall. Warm water pounded over us, bodies sliding together.
“You’re about three seconds away from being fucked in this shower,” Jaejoong said between biting my lips.
“No way. You said if I wanted a rough fuck then I had to have you in a bed, so I want you in a bed.”
Jaejoong chuckled, and a moment later, he shut the water off, and we were cold and shivering, clambering out of the bathroom. A towel ran roughly over my skin as a hand stroked my cock.
“Dry enough,” I said and pushed him away far enough to slip around him.
The room wasn’t big enough for a chase, so Jaejoong caught me quickly. Arms wrapped around my waist and I laughed as my back hit the bed. He cut it off with a kiss and I lost myself in his lips. God, he was a good kisser. He didn’t fight with me for control. He didn’t let me take control. We kissed like time wasn’t short, like our blood wasn’t pumping erratically. Like we weren’t ready to come in five minutes.
When he finally moved his lips away from mine, I gasped, but having his lips on my neck wasn’t any better. I was able to concentrate on other things. His hand was hot against my side, his legs firm between mine. So much naked skin.
I grabbed his face as his lips and tongue started down my chest.
His eyes narrowed in question.
“Please, Jaejoong. You can worship me later. Fuck me.”
“Worship you?” he said with a laugh. “You’re a god now.”
“I’ve always been a god, fly boy. You’ve just been too caught up in your own self-worship to notice.”
“Now that is true. Lube?”
With my long arms, I reached for the side drawer. I couldn’t quite reach, so Jaejoong leaned over and opened the drawer. He pulled out the bottle and grinned. “Vanilla?”
“It’s soothing,” I said with a smirk. Like I really cared. It’d been the cheapest when I was at the store.
“And you’re going to need something soothing, because I am going to fuck you. Hands and knees or--”
I smirked and pulled up my legs, holding behind my knees. “Funny thing. I actually want to look at you this time.”
“I am beautiful.”
“You are.”
Jaejoong upended the bottle and poured lube right on my body, thick dripping down my ass and inner thighs. It made me shake. He tossed the bottle to the side and ran his hand over the puddle of lube at my hip. He used it to coat his cock.
“Hurry,” I begged and let fingers of my right hand curve toward my ass. I had a finger poised to enter me when he grabbed my wrist, his hand slick with lube.
“No. You want hard and fast, you don’t get prep.”
“Then fuck me.”
Jaejoong held his cock against my body, and then slipped it over my entrance, up and down, up until the tip buried under my balls, down until the tip no longer touched skin. Over and over until I was begging.
“Please, please, Jaejoong, please. Just … god, I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”
“Me, too.”
“Doesn’t seem like it, Mr Content to Torture Me. Come on, fuck me. Spread me open.” I wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked myself. “Make me come.”
He knocked my hand away from my dick. “Arm above your head.”
“Fuck you.”
“Do it.”
“No. I want to touch you.” I reached up and grabbed his hair and pulled him down over me. He landed with a grunt, one hand above my head.
“You’re being stubborn.”
“You’re being a bastard, so we’re even. Now fuck me.” I kissed him hard, hands pulling at his hair. He moaned. The blunt head of his cock pushed against my body again. I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed my scream when he finally forced his way into my body.
It was smoother than the hallway and he was able to bury himself completely inside me all at once.
My head arched back, pushing into the bed. My hips rose and he settled deeply inside me. It hurt, but not like it had in the hallway. The muscle stretched and tightened around him. I took a few deep breaths for comfort.
“Better,” he whispered against my lips. He pulled out and in and I nodded.
God, it was too much. So fucking much. The heat of his skin moved away from my chest. His hands gripped my knees and he slid in and out of me quickly. My arms flew out to my sides, a death grip on the blanket. My back arched as each trip into my body pulled a stronger moan from my throat. He let go of one leg and I immediately wrapped it around his waist, trying to pull him closer. The heat of his hand surrounded my cock.
“Oh, fuck, Jaejoong.” My vision was gray, spotty, then black, a flash of white. I had no idea if my eyes were open or not.
Jae sped up, both the thrusting into my body and stroking my dick. I lifted my hips, and his hand hooked under my thigh. My leg rose, knee hooking on his shoulder as he bent me in half and slammed into me harder.
I cried out as the next thrust into my body made me see white again. Something that felt like pleasure coiled through my lower body, but it had to be something else, because pleasure had never felt this intense. The need to come had never been so desperate. Fluid leaked onto my stomach, dripped from me. Jaejoong had stopped stroking me, his hand flat on the wall for balance and control. I grabbed his ass with one hand and then put my fingers around my cock. After only a few strokes, I was coming. Hard. Body spasming and arching as warm wet thick strings of white splattered over my chest.
I went boneless with a moan and Jae growled above me as the angle changed. He hooked my knees at his elbows and continued to fuck me. I was smiling like a goon, I knew I was, but I couldn’t help it as little bursts of pleasure zinged around my body.
“Fuck, Min,” Jaejoong grunted and then our lips met and he kissed me, hips jerking forward. His whole body shook and he moaned into my mouth as he came into my body. He collapsed on top of me. Our ID tags clinked together.
I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, eliciting a groan from both of us as his cock slipped around inside me.
“So much better than last time,” I said and kissed his shoulder.
He propped up on an elbow and blew blond hair out of his eyes. “Really?”
“Yes.” I nuzzled his neck and then rubbed our noses together.
He laughed and kissed me. He moved, and we both sighed when he slipped out of me. He didn’t move much, just enough to lay his head on my sweaty chest. His tongue darted out and licked up a drop of come. His fingertip traced the chain of the ID tag (also covered in come).
“How much time do we have left?” Jaejoong whispered.
I looked at my clock. “Not a lot. An hour maybe.”
“Then we should get round two started,” he said and our lips met.
Round two was full of more kissing, more touching, more breathing, more whimpering. More movements. More positions. I came all over his body while riding his cock. He came with me on my hands and knees, head lowered to the bed. More kissing.
Another shower full of washing and kissing.
Afterwards, as we dressed, my brain could only think of one thing: what if he didn’t come back?
I tried not to dwell on it. My hands shook as I put on my coveralls.
He stopped us at the door of my room. He was all suited up for flight, all he needed was a jacket. After a soft kiss he said, “I’m not going to make you promises I can’t keep, Changmin. I might not come back.”
I leaned my forehead against his. “I know. And I might be repairing a ship tomorrow and get crushed because some stupid apprentice wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing. It’s a hazard of our life.”
“You’ll miss me?”
“Of course, but I will have to find someone else to push me around and belittle me in front of everyone.”
“God, you are not going to let that go, are you, tech boy?” he asked with a smile.
I smiled back and kissed him. “Nope. Never. Come on. Let’s go double check my work. Again, god forbid there’s a screw loose.”
The door swished open. “I think there is a screw loose,” Jaejoong said and flicked the back of my head. “Up there.”
“I just slept with you, so I think you’re right.”
His arms wrapped around me from behind. “You loved it.”
“I did.”
The last few hours before he had to leave flew by. And we were hugging again as his other pilots waited for him to get in his damn crawler. I heard them laughing at us.
“I don’t care what you said, fly boy, you better come back or I am going to have to hate you.”
He chuckled and kissed me softly one more time. “Don’t worry, tech boy. I will do everything in my power to make sure you don’t hate me.”
I left the hanger as soon as he was strapped into his crawler. I couldn’t handle seeing him leave. No one blamed me.
This time I didn’t hide his ID tags. I wore them every day, every where I went. The other technicians laughed at the sappy messages Jaejoong and I sent each other through the dark reaches of space.
Jaejoong was gone for almost a month, but this strategy had been better than the last, and instead of being subdued, the hanger was full of energy as we waited for the ships to land and cool down. I never took my eyes off Jaejoong, and he smiled and made kissy faces at me and obscene gestures until the pilots were given the all clear. In less than a heartbeat I was in his arms, his lips against mine. He hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started walking, still kissing me.
We ignored the shouts and laughter from the other pilots and technicians. Jaejoong only moved us to the small hallway. My back met the wall. We kissed for what felt like hours. He smelled of space and grease and sweat and it was the greatest smell in the world. A hand cupped my ass and squeezed. I leaned my head back and moaned. He kissed my neck before coming back to my lips.
“So I was thinking,” I said, lips together.
“Hm?”
“I’m pretty sure I love you,” I said, but I made it sound like I had some sort of disease.
He laughed and held me tightly, his hips jerked against my body. “That’s good, because I’m pretty sure I love you, too.”
I moaned. “Damn it. What the hell, fly boy?”
“Just one of Fate’s practical jokes, tech boy.”
I hummed in thought, lips still against his. “I think we should send Fate some flowers, or something. You know, to thank her for making us put up with each other.”
“We should send her lots and lots of flowers. Or I’m pretty sure she’d be happy if we just fucked again.”
“Amazing idea. Who knew that a fly boy could be smart?”
His lips curled in a grin and he nipped at my lips. “You want it here again?”
“Tempting, but I don’t want nice and slow in the middle of the hallway.”
“Dirty and rough in a bed?” He readjusted his hold on my legs and carried me down the hall.
“Yeah.”
“We’re so twisted, tech boy.”
I reached between us and grabbed our ID tags in my hands, twisting them until the metal dug into our necks. “Just how I like it, fly boy.”
Part 1: Tech Boy
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