Intruding
Title: Intruding
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to intrude upon.
Summary: Junsu makes Jaejoong see exactly what he knew he was feeling.
A/N: This is a companion fic for AngelFace. You do not need to read that one to understand this one, but I suggest you do just because Junsu and Yunho are adorably sexy in it.
Jaejoong looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. Maybe he was dressing a little too slutty. He’d never thought he’d ever think that something could be too slutty.
The black pants clung to him, showing off more than he usually showed. Even with boxers on, he could see the curve of his cock. And dancing for only a few minutes would harden it up. He never went home alone when he wore these pants. The shirt wasn’t really enough material to be labeled a shirt. A fishnet tank top in bright green, it showed off every curve of his muscles and the piercing in his nipple and navel. All of his skin.
He almost took the shirt off, but then left it on. He needed to get laid, and this outfit guaranteed it. The sooner the better too. He wanted a decent amount of sleep tonight.
“Hey Jae, have you seen-Holy shit,” Junsu said from his doorway.
“Too much?” Jae asked and winced.
Junsu scoffed.
Jae smiled. “Okay, okay. Too little?”
“Depends. Are you going for conservative and coy, or slutty and fuckable?”
“Slutty and fuckable.”
“Then you’re good.”
Jaejoong bit his lip again as he stared into the mirror. Still unsure.
“What’s wrong, Jae?” Junsu asked, coming into the room.
Jaejoong opened his mouth to tell him about the argument he and Yoochun had the night before and then shut it. They’d been flirting, as always, and then Yoochun had said something about being the only one in Jae’s heart, and Jae had joked back, but not the only one in his pants and Yoochun had called him a slut and left. Yoochun always called him a slut, but this time it had hurt.
“You know,” Junsu said, “It’s okay not to go out and get fucked up against a wall by some random guy.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Says the commitment phobe.”
Junsu sighed. “Have fun. Take a couple shots for me.”
“I will.”
Junsu left him alone and Jaejoong pouted at his reflection again. The outfit would get him what he wanted, and the drinking and dancing would get his mind off Yoochun. Maybe tomorrow he’d go to the café and see if he could find out why Yoochun was upset with him.
He went to the bathroom, outlined his eyes in black and green and added lip gloss. He slipped the tube in his pocket for reapplication and then sauntered out of the house. He received three offers before he even got to The Purple Line. His smile widened with each one, because he loved being desirable and sexy, and in this outfit and with his body, he knew he was both. He ignored the line, and flashed a smile at the bouncer. TOP smiled back and unhooked the rope and let him through. There were grumbles down the line, but most of the people in line knew Jaejoong. At the last second, Jaejoong saw his friend Donghae. He batted his eyes at TOP and TOP rolled his but let Donghae and the tall piece of sexy with Donghae into the club with him.
“God, Jaejoong, you look amazing,” Donghae said and kissed him on the cheek.
“You too, babe. Who’s the tall slice of heaven?” Jaejoong said, grinning up at him.
“This is Kyuhyun, we went to high school together.”
Jaejoong smiled and had the satisfaction of seeing Kyuhyun floored. “Buy me a drink?”
Kyuhyun, still dazed, nodded.
Donghae chuckled, kissed Jae’s cheek again and then disappeared on the dance floor.
Jaejoong sat at the bar with Kyuhyun. He talked and laughed and flirted until their legs were entwined and they were both pretty tipsy. Jaejoong had a feeling he wasn’t going to have to dance to get laid tonight.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. “Excuse me, just a moment, gorgeous,” Jaejoong said. He fished out his phone and saw a text from Junsu asking where he was. Jaejoong quickly replied and then with an evil smirk, sent Yunho a text telling him that Junsu wanted to meet up with him at The Purple Line.
He put his phone back in his pocket and smiled at Kyuhyun. “Sorry, you were saying?”
Arms went around his neck, heated breath blew over his ear. Jaejoong shivered, and it took a moment for him to turn around.
“Hey, JaeBaby.”
Jaejoong swallowed, unable to say anything as Yoochun kissed his cheek.
“Who’s your friend?”
Jaejoong picked up the slight smell of alcohol on Yoochun’s breath, but after six shots, he was sure his was worse. “This is Kyuhyun. One of Donghae’s friends. We were just about to leave.”
Yoochun’s eyes darkened and he pouted. “Dance with me first.”
Jaejoong bit his lower lip. He wanted to say no, he didn’t want to think about Yoochun right then. He wanted to forget about him for a little while. That’s what coming out was supposed to do. Let him forget. But he really couldn’t. Yoochun was his best friend.
“Do you mind, Kyu? Yoochun’s my best friend.”
Kyuhyun smiled and said in his low voice, “No. I think I’d rather enjoy watching you dance.”
“It is a very sexy sight,” Yoochun said. His hands dropped to Jaejoong’s waist and pulled him off the bar stool.
Jaejoong’s heart fluttered at the feel of Yoochun’s arms around him, but his brain panicked at the same time. He was not supposed to feel like that with Yoochun. Jae let Yoochun lead them to the middle of the dance floor. Their hips swayed as they walked and Yoochun’s fingers threaded through the material of the singlet.
Jaejoong shivered. He lifted his arm around Yoochun’s neck and leaned back on him, catching the beat with his hips.
“Fuck, Jae,” Yoochun muttered into his ear, voice so low and rumbling. Another set of shivers coursed down Jaejoong’s spine. His cock twitched and he shut his eyes in a panic, hoping Yoochun wouldn’t notice, but then Yoochun’s hands dropped to his hips, palms curling on his hipbones, fingers framing his cock, and therefore his erection.
“Yo-yoo-chun,” Jaejoong gasped, but too quietly for Yoochun to hear over the music.
Jaejoong couldn’t breathe, or even think. He needed to get away, put some space between them, run away, do anything before this dance escalated into something more. Yoochun meant everything to him and if he kept rolling against him like this, everything would change and he’d lose Yoochun, and god, he couldn’t lose Yoochun.
“Jae, why … “
“Let me go,” Jae whispered, twisting his head so that was right in Yoochun’s ear. “Please, please, let me go.”
Yoochun spun him around, and Jaejoong yelped at the sudden new positions. Like this, it was like they were even closer, bodies synching in their dance. Yoochun’s hands gripped his ass and their hips slid tighter, and Jaejoong gasped as Yoochun’s hard cock rubbed against his. He tried to break away, but Yoochun pulled him closer. His breath warm on his neck.
“Just let me dance with you,” Yoochun said. “That’s … that’s all I can get from you, so just let me dance.”
Jaejoong wanted to protest, but it was Yoochun and Jaejoong knew he’d do anything for Yoochun, so he lost himself in the music and he danced. Song after song melted around them. Their bodies grew sweaty, their breaths short and panting. Jaejoong’s cock ached so much, because even though they were rubbing up against each other, the teasing touches weren’t enough to get off, and the thought of getting off in the middle of a bunch of people while he was pressed up against Yoochun was terrifying.
And god, Jaejoong wanted it. He wanted Yoochun.
“Fuck, want … want you,” Jaejoong moaned as Yoochun rolled his hips a different way.
Yoochun froze and pulled his head away, and Jaejoong blushed, ducking. He so did not mean to say that out loud. Their eyes met, and Jaejoong panicked again, because that was not a look of amusement or lust. It was something a lot more serious and Jaejoong refused to give a name to it.
“You mean that?” Yoochun asked.
“M-mean what?” Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun frowned, and then he shook his head. “Are you sober?”
Jaejoong wanted to say no, but it’d been long enough since his last shot that he hardly felt buzzed anymore.
Yoochun didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed Jaejoong’s chin and yanked his head up so their eyes would meet again.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” he said, but his voice cracked, and Jaejoong nodded, because god, maybe he could slip away or something, and just get out of this tense … whatever this was with Yoochun.
“Don’t leave, please.” He whispered. “Please, just … give me a minute.”
Jaejoong nodded, and again, he wouldn’t leave, because it was Yoochun asking. Yoochun kissed his cheek, and turned away. Jaejoong sighed in relief as the tension level dropped. He staggered to the wall and leaned against it, eyes shut. The music and bass thrummed throug him and he could almost feel Yoochun still dancing against him. To distract himself from what that might possibly mean, he took out his phone to see if Junsu had called.
“Hey beautiful,” a voice said, and Jaejoong looked up to tell this person to fuck off.
He stopped, mid-curse and smiled at Yunho. “Hey.”
“Where’s Junsu?”
Jaejoong bit his lip because he didn’t even know if Junsu had shown up. He looked around the club and saw Kyuhyun dancing with someone, and then he pouted, because it was Junsu wrapped around him. He was supposed to go home with Kyuhyun, but Jaejoong figured he’d made Kyuhyun wait long enough. Jaejoong pointed. “Right over there.”
Junsu looked up and saw him and glared.
Jaejoong winced. “God, he’s going to be pissed at me.”
“Why?” Yunho asked.
“Um … he sort of doesn’t know you’re here.”
“Wait, what? Jaejoong.”
Junsu stalked over to them. “Where’d Yoochun go?”
“To the bathroom,” Jaejoong replied. He looked toward the bathrooms, trying to escape that pissed-off-best-friend look. Junsu snatched his phone out of his hands.
“Su!” he shouted and made a futile attempt to grab it back.
Junsu dodged from him, and looked at the phone. A moment later, he snorted. “Seriously, Jaejoong.”
“What?”
Junsu looked over at Yunho.
Yunho’s smile had fallen and he regarded Junsu carefully. Jaejoong felt a little guilty, because he wasn’t just messing with Junsu who he’d known forever, but he was playing Yunho too. It seemed like he had a tendency to screw everything up. He looked away.
“How’s your paper, Angel Face?” Yunho asked.
Junsu stuck his tongue out. “Annoying.”
“Su-ah, are you … are you going to go home?” Jaejoong asked as Yoochun appeared and headed back toward them.
“That depends,” Junsu said. “Are you going to finally have sex with him?”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened in alarm and his mouth opened.
“If you are, then no, I’ll go find someone to keep me company tonight. If you’re not and I’m going to spend the night dealing with a moping Jaejoong then again, no, I’ll go find someone to keep me company tonight.”
“But Su-“
“He likes you,” Junsu said.
“He really does,” Yunho cut in.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip.
“What’s going on?” Yoochun asked. “Why is my JaeBaby all sad?”
Junsu, still feeling vindictive, said, “He wants to take you home, he wants you to undress him-“
“SU!”
“-and he wants you to fuck him until he can’t walk straight. Jaejoong, you have been shoving your nose into my dating life since Hyukjae dumped me. And well, it’s my turn. You love him. You want him. You fucking mope about him even if you don’t say it in words.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide and he looked at Jaejoong who wasn’t looking at him anymore, but chewing on his lower lip.
“And I know you want that too,” Junsu continued, pointing a finger at Yoochun. “God, you two are so fucking in love with each other. Just … god, just … stop torturing yourselves and let yourselves fall in love for fuck’s sake. Fuck!”
Junsu made an aggravated noise and turned away from them.
Jaejoong whined and tried to disappear. The wall was firm behind him, but as Yoochun moved in close, Jaejoong felt like he was going to fall over. Yoochun pinned him to the wall, hands by his head.
“Is that true?” he asked, whisper shouting to be heard over the music.
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide and he panicked, because … because Yoochun looked so angry, and so upset, and Jaejoong shook his head frantically.
Yoochun sighed. “Come on, Jae. Be honest with me, please.” His face moved forward again, to the side of Jaejoong’s. His breath was hot on Jaejoong’s ear. He smelled so good, a mixture of sweat, cologne, alcohol, a touch of cigarette smoke. Just like when they were dancing, their bodies fit together. Jaejoong let out an agonized noise and put his arms around Yoochun’s middle. He hugged him tightly, hiding his face in Yoochun’s shoulder.
Yoochun’s arms easily found their way around his waist, and Jaejoong tried not to cry.
“I’m sorry, I … I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Jaejoong muttered.
“Can’t help what?” Yoochun asked.
“I … “ Jaejoong held him tighter, unable to say anything else.
Yoochun’s fingers slipped into his shirt again, hot against his skin as he rubbed back and forth. That simple touch had sparks flying up Jaejoong’s spine and unconsciously he moaned and tried to pull Yoochun closer.
Yoochun turned his head, so his mouth was right at Jaejoong’s ear. “If you’re not going to be honest with me, then I’m going lie to you, too. I don’t want you. I have never dreamed about you. I don’t think you’re the most beautiful person in the entire world. I’ve never imagined what it would be like to kiss you, or slip my fingers into your body.”
Jaejoong moaned. He wrapped his leg around Yoochun’s calf and pushed their hips together. Yoochun grunted and rocked slowly.
“And I haven’t ever thought about tracking down every single fucker that you’d slept with and chopping off his dick because you aren’t mine, Jaejoong. You aren’t mine, and I don’t love you. And I don’t want you.”
Jaejoong gasped as he was suddenly left alone, leaning against the wall. His knees collapsed and he pushed against the wall for support, watching Yoochun walk away from him.
NO, no no no no no no no no no no.
“No, Yoochun. Yoochun!” Jaejoong shouted.
Yoochun stopped and then slowly turned around.
Jaejoong held his hand out, and his breath stopped as Yoochun stared at it for a long time. Jaejoong bit his lip and dropped his eyes. Yoochun came back. He cupped Jaejoong’s cheeks and spread tears Jaejoong didn’t know had fallen. He tilted Jaejoong’s head back and pressed their lips together.
With a whimper, Jaejoong grabbed Yoochun’s wrists, eyes open wide. They stared at each other, lips not moving, not kissing, just staring.
It wasn't their first kiss. Not at all, but the others had been teasing, nothing compared to the emotion in Yoochun's eyes.
Yoochun pulled away, just a breath of air between.
“I love you,” Jaejoong muttered. “I … I do, please, I do, I-“
Yoochun pressed another kiss to his lips to shut him up. “No more lying?”
Jaejoong shook his head.
“I love you,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong’s eyes shut and he threw himself at Yoochun, arms around his neck. “Take me home.”
Yoochun put his arms around Jaejoong again and shook his head. “N-not, we-we … it’s …”
“Please, Chunnie. We’re already friends, we’ve already … I don’t know. I just … please.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed Jaejoong’s neck. Their hips started swaying to a slower beat than music. Yoochun’s lips feathered up to Jaejoong’s ear, and then back down, leaving the impression of a kiss all along his skin. Jaejoong shivered under the attention. Yoochun’s tongue followed the trail, and then his teeth, nipping at sensitive skin.
Jaejoong’s cock was hard in his pants in a moment.
“What do you want me to do, JaeBaby?” he whispered, licking Jaejoong’s ear. “Do you want me to worship you and tease you so much, right here against this wall, that you come in your pants? Or do you want me to take you home and fuck you hard and fast over the back of your couch.”
Jaejoong whimpered. “B-both, fuck, both.”
Yoochun moaned and rocked his hips harder into Jaejoong’s, rolling their erections together. His fingers slipped up, taking the singlet with him until he could pull on Jaejoong’s nipple piercing. Jaejoong was half way to an orgasm when a voice not Yoochun’s said, “Okay, okay. Come on, guys.”
Reluctantly, Jaejoong pulled away from Yoochun, and through lust-dazed eyes, focused on TOP smiling at them.
“No, sex on the dance floor. Take it home.”
Jaejoong pouted. “But I was about to come.”
TOP grinned. “Yeah. I know. So does half the club that’s been watching you two frot for the last ten minutes. Either dance like everyone else, or go home and fuck so I don’t have to toss you out.”
Yoochun took a very deep breath and then said, “Okay.”
TOP patted Yoochun on the shoulder and turned away.
Yoochun smiled and ran his hand through Jaejoong’s hair. “Is it safe to go to your house? Yoohwan is home and has an early class tomorrow.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Junsu said he’d find some place to sleep.”
“With Yunho?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Maybe. I think they’re both mad at me for getting in the middle.”
“They have every right to be,” Yoochun said. “It’s none of your business.”
Jaejoong pouted. “I know, but Junsu’s my best friend. He needs …”
“I think you need to figure out your own love life before sticking your nose into theirs.”
With a small smile, Jaejoong said, “I’m pretty sure I have figured out my own love life.”
Yoochun’s face hardened for a moment and then he hugged Jaejoong tightly. “You really love me?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Good. Come on. Let me show you how much I love you and how long I've wanted you.”
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They aren't mine to intrude upon.
Summary: Junsu makes Jaejoong see exactly what he knew he was feeling.
A/N: This is a companion fic for AngelFace. You do not need to read that one to understand this one, but I suggest you do just because Junsu and Yunho are adorably sexy in it.
Jaejoong looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. Maybe he was dressing a little too slutty. He’d never thought he’d ever think that something could be too slutty.
The black pants clung to him, showing off more than he usually showed. Even with boxers on, he could see the curve of his cock. And dancing for only a few minutes would harden it up. He never went home alone when he wore these pants. The shirt wasn’t really enough material to be labeled a shirt. A fishnet tank top in bright green, it showed off every curve of his muscles and the piercing in his nipple and navel. All of his skin.
He almost took the shirt off, but then left it on. He needed to get laid, and this outfit guaranteed it. The sooner the better too. He wanted a decent amount of sleep tonight.
“Hey Jae, have you seen-Holy shit,” Junsu said from his doorway.
“Too much?” Jae asked and winced.
Junsu scoffed.
Jae smiled. “Okay, okay. Too little?”
“Depends. Are you going for conservative and coy, or slutty and fuckable?”
“Slutty and fuckable.”
“Then you’re good.”
Jaejoong bit his lip again as he stared into the mirror. Still unsure.
“What’s wrong, Jae?” Junsu asked, coming into the room.
Jaejoong opened his mouth to tell him about the argument he and Yoochun had the night before and then shut it. They’d been flirting, as always, and then Yoochun had said something about being the only one in Jae’s heart, and Jae had joked back, but not the only one in his pants and Yoochun had called him a slut and left. Yoochun always called him a slut, but this time it had hurt.
“You know,” Junsu said, “It’s okay not to go out and get fucked up against a wall by some random guy.”
Jaejoong snorted. “Says the commitment phobe.”
Junsu sighed. “Have fun. Take a couple shots for me.”
“I will.”
Junsu left him alone and Jaejoong pouted at his reflection again. The outfit would get him what he wanted, and the drinking and dancing would get his mind off Yoochun. Maybe tomorrow he’d go to the café and see if he could find out why Yoochun was upset with him.
He went to the bathroom, outlined his eyes in black and green and added lip gloss. He slipped the tube in his pocket for reapplication and then sauntered out of the house. He received three offers before he even got to The Purple Line. His smile widened with each one, because he loved being desirable and sexy, and in this outfit and with his body, he knew he was both. He ignored the line, and flashed a smile at the bouncer. TOP smiled back and unhooked the rope and let him through. There were grumbles down the line, but most of the people in line knew Jaejoong. At the last second, Jaejoong saw his friend Donghae. He batted his eyes at TOP and TOP rolled his but let Donghae and the tall piece of sexy with Donghae into the club with him.
“God, Jaejoong, you look amazing,” Donghae said and kissed him on the cheek.
“You too, babe. Who’s the tall slice of heaven?” Jaejoong said, grinning up at him.
“This is Kyuhyun, we went to high school together.”
Jaejoong smiled and had the satisfaction of seeing Kyuhyun floored. “Buy me a drink?”
Kyuhyun, still dazed, nodded.
Donghae chuckled, kissed Jae’s cheek again and then disappeared on the dance floor.
Jaejoong sat at the bar with Kyuhyun. He talked and laughed and flirted until their legs were entwined and they were both pretty tipsy. Jaejoong had a feeling he wasn’t going to have to dance to get laid tonight.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. “Excuse me, just a moment, gorgeous,” Jaejoong said. He fished out his phone and saw a text from Junsu asking where he was. Jaejoong quickly replied and then with an evil smirk, sent Yunho a text telling him that Junsu wanted to meet up with him at The Purple Line.
He put his phone back in his pocket and smiled at Kyuhyun. “Sorry, you were saying?”
Arms went around his neck, heated breath blew over his ear. Jaejoong shivered, and it took a moment for him to turn around.
“Hey, JaeBaby.”
Jaejoong swallowed, unable to say anything as Yoochun kissed his cheek.
“Who’s your friend?”
Jaejoong picked up the slight smell of alcohol on Yoochun’s breath, but after six shots, he was sure his was worse. “This is Kyuhyun. One of Donghae’s friends. We were just about to leave.”
Yoochun’s eyes darkened and he pouted. “Dance with me first.”
Jaejoong bit his lower lip. He wanted to say no, he didn’t want to think about Yoochun right then. He wanted to forget about him for a little while. That’s what coming out was supposed to do. Let him forget. But he really couldn’t. Yoochun was his best friend.
“Do you mind, Kyu? Yoochun’s my best friend.”
Kyuhyun smiled and said in his low voice, “No. I think I’d rather enjoy watching you dance.”
“It is a very sexy sight,” Yoochun said. His hands dropped to Jaejoong’s waist and pulled him off the bar stool.
Jaejoong’s heart fluttered at the feel of Yoochun’s arms around him, but his brain panicked at the same time. He was not supposed to feel like that with Yoochun. Jae let Yoochun lead them to the middle of the dance floor. Their hips swayed as they walked and Yoochun’s fingers threaded through the material of the singlet.
Jaejoong shivered. He lifted his arm around Yoochun’s neck and leaned back on him, catching the beat with his hips.
“Fuck, Jae,” Yoochun muttered into his ear, voice so low and rumbling. Another set of shivers coursed down Jaejoong’s spine. His cock twitched and he shut his eyes in a panic, hoping Yoochun wouldn’t notice, but then Yoochun’s hands dropped to his hips, palms curling on his hipbones, fingers framing his cock, and therefore his erection.
“Yo-yoo-chun,” Jaejoong gasped, but too quietly for Yoochun to hear over the music.
Jaejoong couldn’t breathe, or even think. He needed to get away, put some space between them, run away, do anything before this dance escalated into something more. Yoochun meant everything to him and if he kept rolling against him like this, everything would change and he’d lose Yoochun, and god, he couldn’t lose Yoochun.
“Jae, why … “
“Let me go,” Jae whispered, twisting his head so that was right in Yoochun’s ear. “Please, please, let me go.”
Yoochun spun him around, and Jaejoong yelped at the sudden new positions. Like this, it was like they were even closer, bodies synching in their dance. Yoochun’s hands gripped his ass and their hips slid tighter, and Jaejoong gasped as Yoochun’s hard cock rubbed against his. He tried to break away, but Yoochun pulled him closer. His breath warm on his neck.
“Just let me dance with you,” Yoochun said. “That’s … that’s all I can get from you, so just let me dance.”
Jaejoong wanted to protest, but it was Yoochun and Jaejoong knew he’d do anything for Yoochun, so he lost himself in the music and he danced. Song after song melted around them. Their bodies grew sweaty, their breaths short and panting. Jaejoong’s cock ached so much, because even though they were rubbing up against each other, the teasing touches weren’t enough to get off, and the thought of getting off in the middle of a bunch of people while he was pressed up against Yoochun was terrifying.
And god, Jaejoong wanted it. He wanted Yoochun.
“Fuck, want … want you,” Jaejoong moaned as Yoochun rolled his hips a different way.
Yoochun froze and pulled his head away, and Jaejoong blushed, ducking. He so did not mean to say that out loud. Their eyes met, and Jaejoong panicked again, because that was not a look of amusement or lust. It was something a lot more serious and Jaejoong refused to give a name to it.
“You mean that?” Yoochun asked.
“M-mean what?” Jaejoong whispered.
Yoochun frowned, and then he shook his head. “Are you sober?”
Jaejoong wanted to say no, but it’d been long enough since his last shot that he hardly felt buzzed anymore.
Yoochun didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed Jaejoong’s chin and yanked his head up so their eyes would meet again.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” he said, but his voice cracked, and Jaejoong nodded, because god, maybe he could slip away or something, and just get out of this tense … whatever this was with Yoochun.
“Don’t leave, please.” He whispered. “Please, just … give me a minute.”
Jaejoong nodded, and again, he wouldn’t leave, because it was Yoochun asking. Yoochun kissed his cheek, and turned away. Jaejoong sighed in relief as the tension level dropped. He staggered to the wall and leaned against it, eyes shut. The music and bass thrummed throug him and he could almost feel Yoochun still dancing against him. To distract himself from what that might possibly mean, he took out his phone to see if Junsu had called.
“Hey beautiful,” a voice said, and Jaejoong looked up to tell this person to fuck off.
He stopped, mid-curse and smiled at Yunho. “Hey.”
“Where’s Junsu?”
Jaejoong bit his lip because he didn’t even know if Junsu had shown up. He looked around the club and saw Kyuhyun dancing with someone, and then he pouted, because it was Junsu wrapped around him. He was supposed to go home with Kyuhyun, but Jaejoong figured he’d made Kyuhyun wait long enough. Jaejoong pointed. “Right over there.”
Junsu looked up and saw him and glared.
Jaejoong winced. “God, he’s going to be pissed at me.”
“Why?” Yunho asked.
“Um … he sort of doesn’t know you’re here.”
“Wait, what? Jaejoong.”
Junsu stalked over to them. “Where’d Yoochun go?”
“To the bathroom,” Jaejoong replied. He looked toward the bathrooms, trying to escape that pissed-off-best-friend look. Junsu snatched his phone out of his hands.
“Su!” he shouted and made a futile attempt to grab it back.
Junsu dodged from him, and looked at the phone. A moment later, he snorted. “Seriously, Jaejoong.”
“What?”
Junsu looked over at Yunho.
Yunho’s smile had fallen and he regarded Junsu carefully. Jaejoong felt a little guilty, because he wasn’t just messing with Junsu who he’d known forever, but he was playing Yunho too. It seemed like he had a tendency to screw everything up. He looked away.
“How’s your paper, Angel Face?” Yunho asked.
Junsu stuck his tongue out. “Annoying.”
“Su-ah, are you … are you going to go home?” Jaejoong asked as Yoochun appeared and headed back toward them.
“That depends,” Junsu said. “Are you going to finally have sex with him?”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened in alarm and his mouth opened.
“If you are, then no, I’ll go find someone to keep me company tonight. If you’re not and I’m going to spend the night dealing with a moping Jaejoong then again, no, I’ll go find someone to keep me company tonight.”
“But Su-“
“He likes you,” Junsu said.
“He really does,” Yunho cut in.
Jaejoong bit his lower lip.
“What’s going on?” Yoochun asked. “Why is my JaeBaby all sad?”
Junsu, still feeling vindictive, said, “He wants to take you home, he wants you to undress him-“
“SU!”
“-and he wants you to fuck him until he can’t walk straight. Jaejoong, you have been shoving your nose into my dating life since Hyukjae dumped me. And well, it’s my turn. You love him. You want him. You fucking mope about him even if you don’t say it in words.”
Yoochun’s eyes went wide and he looked at Jaejoong who wasn’t looking at him anymore, but chewing on his lower lip.
“And I know you want that too,” Junsu continued, pointing a finger at Yoochun. “God, you two are so fucking in love with each other. Just … god, just … stop torturing yourselves and let yourselves fall in love for fuck’s sake. Fuck!”
Junsu made an aggravated noise and turned away from them.
Jaejoong whined and tried to disappear. The wall was firm behind him, but as Yoochun moved in close, Jaejoong felt like he was going to fall over. Yoochun pinned him to the wall, hands by his head.
“Is that true?” he asked, whisper shouting to be heard over the music.
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide and he panicked, because … because Yoochun looked so angry, and so upset, and Jaejoong shook his head frantically.
Yoochun sighed. “Come on, Jae. Be honest with me, please.” His face moved forward again, to the side of Jaejoong’s. His breath was hot on Jaejoong’s ear. He smelled so good, a mixture of sweat, cologne, alcohol, a touch of cigarette smoke. Just like when they were dancing, their bodies fit together. Jaejoong let out an agonized noise and put his arms around Yoochun’s middle. He hugged him tightly, hiding his face in Yoochun’s shoulder.
Yoochun’s arms easily found their way around his waist, and Jaejoong tried not to cry.
“I’m sorry, I … I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Jaejoong muttered.
“Can’t help what?” Yoochun asked.
“I … “ Jaejoong held him tighter, unable to say anything else.
Yoochun’s fingers slipped into his shirt again, hot against his skin as he rubbed back and forth. That simple touch had sparks flying up Jaejoong’s spine and unconsciously he moaned and tried to pull Yoochun closer.
Yoochun turned his head, so his mouth was right at Jaejoong’s ear. “If you’re not going to be honest with me, then I’m going lie to you, too. I don’t want you. I have never dreamed about you. I don’t think you’re the most beautiful person in the entire world. I’ve never imagined what it would be like to kiss you, or slip my fingers into your body.”
Jaejoong moaned. He wrapped his leg around Yoochun’s calf and pushed their hips together. Yoochun grunted and rocked slowly.
“And I haven’t ever thought about tracking down every single fucker that you’d slept with and chopping off his dick because you aren’t mine, Jaejoong. You aren’t mine, and I don’t love you. And I don’t want you.”
Jaejoong gasped as he was suddenly left alone, leaning against the wall. His knees collapsed and he pushed against the wall for support, watching Yoochun walk away from him.
NO, no no no no no no no no no no.
“No, Yoochun. Yoochun!” Jaejoong shouted.
Yoochun stopped and then slowly turned around.
Jaejoong held his hand out, and his breath stopped as Yoochun stared at it for a long time. Jaejoong bit his lip and dropped his eyes. Yoochun came back. He cupped Jaejoong’s cheeks and spread tears Jaejoong didn’t know had fallen. He tilted Jaejoong’s head back and pressed their lips together.
With a whimper, Jaejoong grabbed Yoochun’s wrists, eyes open wide. They stared at each other, lips not moving, not kissing, just staring.
It wasn't their first kiss. Not at all, but the others had been teasing, nothing compared to the emotion in Yoochun's eyes.
Yoochun pulled away, just a breath of air between.
“I love you,” Jaejoong muttered. “I … I do, please, I do, I-“
Yoochun pressed another kiss to his lips to shut him up. “No more lying?”
Jaejoong shook his head.
“I love you,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong’s eyes shut and he threw himself at Yoochun, arms around his neck. “Take me home.”
Yoochun put his arms around Jaejoong again and shook his head. “N-not, we-we … it’s …”
“Please, Chunnie. We’re already friends, we’ve already … I don’t know. I just … please.”
Yoochun smiled and kissed Jaejoong’s neck. Their hips started swaying to a slower beat than music. Yoochun’s lips feathered up to Jaejoong’s ear, and then back down, leaving the impression of a kiss all along his skin. Jaejoong shivered under the attention. Yoochun’s tongue followed the trail, and then his teeth, nipping at sensitive skin.
Jaejoong’s cock was hard in his pants in a moment.
“What do you want me to do, JaeBaby?” he whispered, licking Jaejoong’s ear. “Do you want me to worship you and tease you so much, right here against this wall, that you come in your pants? Or do you want me to take you home and fuck you hard and fast over the back of your couch.”
Jaejoong whimpered. “B-both, fuck, both.”
Yoochun moaned and rocked his hips harder into Jaejoong’s, rolling their erections together. His fingers slipped up, taking the singlet with him until he could pull on Jaejoong’s nipple piercing. Jaejoong was half way to an orgasm when a voice not Yoochun’s said, “Okay, okay. Come on, guys.”
Reluctantly, Jaejoong pulled away from Yoochun, and through lust-dazed eyes, focused on TOP smiling at them.
“No, sex on the dance floor. Take it home.”
Jaejoong pouted. “But I was about to come.”
TOP grinned. “Yeah. I know. So does half the club that’s been watching you two frot for the last ten minutes. Either dance like everyone else, or go home and fuck so I don’t have to toss you out.”
Yoochun took a very deep breath and then said, “Okay.”
TOP patted Yoochun on the shoulder and turned away.
Yoochun smiled and ran his hand through Jaejoong’s hair. “Is it safe to go to your house? Yoohwan is home and has an early class tomorrow.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Junsu said he’d find some place to sleep.”
“With Yunho?”
Jaejoong shrugged. “Maybe. I think they’re both mad at me for getting in the middle.”
“They have every right to be,” Yoochun said. “It’s none of your business.”
Jaejoong pouted. “I know, but Junsu’s my best friend. He needs …”
“I think you need to figure out your own love life before sticking your nose into theirs.”
With a small smile, Jaejoong said, “I’m pretty sure I have figured out my own love life.”
Yoochun’s face hardened for a moment and then he hugged Jaejoong tightly. “You really love me?”
“Yes. I do.”
“Good. Come on. Let me show you how much I love you and how long I've wanted you.”
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