Jung Yunho Is An Alien! 9/9
Title: Jung Yunho Is An Alien! 9/9
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: While I'm being ddelusionall and writing them as aliens, I may as well try to claim them as mine to do with as I wish.
Summary: Jaejoong lives alone on a farm outside of a small city. It's a perfect existence. Normal. Routine. Feed the chickens. Feed the goats. Weed the garden. Of course that means something ... or someone ... needs to invade and throw everything off kilter. Though Jaejoong never thought that he'd ever have to ask himself if he really believed in aliens.
A/N: All done! It's been so much fun to write this fic!
Part 9: The Truth Is Out There
Jaejoong woke up to a soft touch on his side, firm fingers curling around his hip, on his thigh, and then lifting. He moaned as Yunho’s erection prodded him from behind.
“I understand why you were always so hard in the morning. It is difficult to control these reactions when I am next to you.”
Jaejoong shifted his hips and whimpered when Yunho’s dick pressed into him. He was sore. “Fuck, I’m too sore.”
“I know, but I only wanted a moment.” His dick thrust further on the last word, and Jaejoong choked on a groan. His own dick pulsed in interest and Jaejoong gave up resisting. Why not wake up to an orgasm from that dick since that was the last thing he remembered before falling asleep anyway?
He rolled on his stomach, hips lifted in invitation. A pillow slipped under him and he gasped as he sagged onto it, cock throbbing.
Yunho settled over him, an easy push right back into his ass, and Jaejoong grunted at how far Yunho could fuck into him. His legs spread, hips rolling up to meet his thrusts. He moaned and whimpered, quieter than last night, until Yunho’s hand slipped around to his cock and then his cries were louder, his body hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the need to come. Desperate. Anguish. He needed more.
He may have said that out loud because Yunho bit down on his neck, hopefully on a spot of skin that wasn’t already covered with a hicky. His hips slowed, and Jaejoong whimpered in protest, trying to rock his hips up. It was enough to have Yunho prodding deeper inside him and not slipping out, not thrusting.
“Feel so good,” Yunho said and then moved his mouth to Jaejoong’s shoulder.
The bed was creaking something fierce and Jaejoong was so glad he didn’t have neighbors.
With his moans echoing around them and Yunho’s mouth biting at all the skin he could while still fucking into him, Jaejoong was shuddering through his orgasm, pulsing weak clumps of come over Yunho’s fingers. He fell to the bed with a whimper and Yunho kept his hips moving for a few more moments, before he stilled and added to the mess in Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong smiled. He did like that he affected Yunho almost as much as Yunho affected him, but he had plans on seeing how many hours straight Yunho could fuck him for without coming. But not today. God, his body hurt.
“I suggest we soak in your bathtub for a little while and then eat.”
Jaejoong hummed. That sounded like a great idea, a great use of his morning.
They lay together for a few more moments, before Yunho pressed a kiss to his neck and whispered, “I cannot believe you still desire me, and that you do not want me to leave. I thought you’d run away if you learned the truth.”
“Maybe I would have if I had learned it without my memories. But those memories ... I knew who you were before I started to like you. I cannot ignore that. And stupid asshole aliens.”
The front door suddenly opened.
“Kim Jaejoong!”
Jaejoong winced at Yoochun’s shout.
“Where the hell--oh, sorry.”
Yoochun leaned against the door frame, a sexy smirk firmly in place as he saw them in bed together. The blankets were not covering them, and Yunho’s dick was still nestled in his ass, moving out of him only as slowly as he was going soft.
“You are not sorry,” Jaejoong muttered.
“Nope. I called you like ... twenty times since yesterday. I was worried. You aren’t ever disappearing on me again.”
“Alien assholes,” Jaejoong said. “Blame them.”
Yoochun smiled. “What?”
“Aliens. It was all the aliens’ fault.”
“You’re serious?”
“You explain, crazy alien man.” Jaejoong shoved Yunho.
Yunho chuckled. “Maybe over coffee.”
“Hmm, good idea, lover. Coffee. Yoochun, be a pal, get a pot going.”
“I’m so confused.”
“I know. I’ll explain why I’m in bed with him.”
Yoochun snorted. “He has a massive cock, that’s why. Any chance you’ll let me share in the wealth, Jaejoong-ah? He has more than enough to go around.”
“You keep talking and you’re going to lose yours.”
Yoochun laughed. “Okay. Coffee first.” He pushed away from the door.
Yunho frowned down at Jaejoong. “You are going to tell him?”
“I have to. He was so worried about me. Making me disappear didn’t just affect the two of us.”
Yunho nodded. “He will not try to seduce me?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Maybe not seriously. He’s going to joke around a lot though, so be prepared.”
“LIke you,” Yunho whispered and three fingers pushed into his body.
Jaejoong moaned.
“No!” Yoochun shouted from the kitchen. “No way. Not while I’m making coffee and definitely not if I’m not allowed to join!”
Yunho smiled. “I like him.”
“Me, too. But I like your dick more.”
Yunho laughed. “And me, I hope.”
“Hmm,” Jaejoong agreed pulling him down for a deep kiss. “I like your dick, but I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you.”
Yunho’s eyes went wide. “I don’t ... I’m sorry ... I don’t ...”
“You don’t understand yet. That's okay."
"I do understand, sort of, but I ... I don’t want anyone but you. I don’t want to lay in bed with anyone but you. I don’t want to drink coffee and go on walks and kiss anyone but you.”
“That’s a good start, and one I very much agree with. Sometimes I don’t understand love either. We’ll fall in love together, okay?”
Yunho smiled and nodded eagerly. “Together?”
“Yes. Can you break your lease and move in with me?”
Yunho laughed. “Yes. I can. I only pay month-to-month.”
“Good. Come on, before Yoochun comes back to sneak another peek at your dick.”
“Too late,” Yoochun said from the door.
Jaejoong threw a pillow at him. Yoochun easily dodged. Jaejoong didn’t bother to cover up as he stood. His body was so sore. He was shaking. A firm hand on his sore ass kept him from falling over.
“Fucking hell, Yunho,” Yoochun muttered. “I have never seen Jaejoong so delectably fucked the morning after. Look at all those hickys.”
Jaejoong smiled at him and then over at Yunho. “It’s been so yummy.”
Yunho smiled. “Yes. You taste better than even samgyeopsal.”
They both laughed.
Jaejoong attempted a step, and then another, cautious all the way to his dresser.
“You know, you may want to go clean up.” Fingers slid over his ass and down his thigh.
Jaejoong attempted to smack his best friend, but missed.
Yoochun laughed and licked his fingers clean. His eyes went wide and he glanced over at Yunho.
Yunho smiled. “Without the usual amount of waste byproducts within a semen expulsion, that taste is quite normal.”
“Sustenance,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho laughed. “Almost, but it tastes better than sustenance. Especially yours.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yoochun said and went to Jaejoong’s body for another sample.
This time Jaejoong danced out of his way. “Don’t you dare, Park Yoochun. That’s all you get.”
“Seriously, go shower. It’s all over you.”
Jaejoong moaned and shut his eyes. “And inside me. Down my throat. Fuck. It’s so good, Yoochun-ie.”
“I really hate you.”
His best friend left the room.
Arms wrapped around his body. “He is your best friend?”
Jaejoong hummed, content to just be close and not speak.
“I am probably acting irrationally, but I would like to punch him in the face for touching you.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“That is not a joke.”
Jaejoong turned in his arms and kissed him. “I know. You are not allowed to punch him in the face.”
Yunho pouted. “How about I slap him in the face?”
Jaejoong laughed. “No! You are not allowed to hurt my best friend.”
“But I can be angry that he touched you?”
“Yes.”
“Am I allowed to shower with you?”
“Not this time,” Jaejoong said and kissed his pout. “If you do, I’m going to want you to fuck me again, and ... well, I am really sore.”
Yunho licked his lips and said, “Will it help if I lick you better with my tongue within your body?”
“Oh god.” Jaejoong gripped the back of Yunho’s hair. A sliver of a memory spread through him, and he scratched at the base of his hair line.
Yunho moaned, body shaking. His cock even twitched against Jaejoong’s thigh.
“Kim Jaejoong, I swear to god!”
Jaejoong huffed and said, “Go get some coffee. I’ll be quick.”
Yunho pouted.
“What?”
“It is against social customs to display the size of my penis in order to intimidate other males that want to mate with you.”
Jaejoong stared at him, smiled, and shook his head. “You’re so stupid.”
“I’m just saying. It is unfair. Other animals on this world do this. Why can’t I do so too?”
Jaejoong chuckled and pressed a kiss to his lips. “That’s so ridiculous. But please get dressed. All Yoochun will do if you go out there naked is ogle you and try to touch you. He would much rather mate with you than me.”
“Fine. But I hope he does not stay long. We are supposed to stay in bed all day.”
With a firm resolve to get rid of his best friend as soon as possible, Jaejoong finally pulled away from Yunho’s arms and headed to his bathroom. It took much longer than he expected to clean the come off his body (god, Yoochun was right, it was everywhere), and then dressed in shorts and a tank top.
He walked into the kitchen, interrupting Yoochun lamenting about Changmin not wanting to fuck him.
“Come on, Jaejoong,” Yoochun said as Jaejoong poured himself a cup of coffee. “I’m not above begging for a pity fuck, especially from--”
Jaejoong shook his head. “I told Yunho that he is not allowed to hurt you for touching me. I make no such promises myself if you touch him. Yunho is mine. Keep your hands off, Park.”
“God, why didn’t I think to take a picture?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Stunned stupid. Yunho is good at doing that.”
Jaejoong sat at the table, but his ass hurt so he stood back up and leaned against the counter. That hurt too, but it was bearable.
“Okay, so explain,” Yoochun said. “About the alien thing.”
“Three months ago, I disappeared,” Jaejoong said. “For five days.”
“Right.”
“And our conclusion?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Aliens.”
“Asshole aliens.”
“That fed your goats. And?”
“You were right.”
“Huh?”
Jaejoong motioned to Yunho.
Yunho bit his lip. “I do not like to tell you this because it is not safe for people to know, especially after I have adapted to your world and social customs.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I am not from Earth. I am from Soleigajgiah.”
“What?”
“He’s a crazy, alien man,” Jaejoong said and laughed.
“I am not crazy,” Yunho said. “But I am an alien. I am not from Earth.”
“Huh?” Yoochun said, eyes wide.
Jaejoong sipped on his coffee, just watching Yunho talk, telling Yoochun about his escape and how he did not mean to crash into Jaejoong’s front porch.
“I’m so glad you did,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled over at him. “So am I. Jaejoong is very sexy.”
“The asshole alien authorities wiped my memory after they were done searching for Yunho. They told me that I wasn’t supposed to know of their existence and they did not want me to warn Yunho. So I was just here ... and I couldn’t remember.”
“And I take it that Yunho gave you that hicky and the lube was for his erection?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yep.”
“Stupid aliens interrupted your sex. No wonder you were freaking the fuck out that day.”
Jaejoong stuck his tongue out at him.
“I do want you to promise that you will not tell anyone about me. It is very dangerous for me,” Yunho said. “I have adapted well, and have learned to look like you and act like you. I learned to read and use the Internet. I learned about sex and love and dramas. I like dramas a lot.”
“So ... what did you look like before?”
Yunho tilted his head. “Huh?”
“You said you learned to look like us, what did you look like before?”
“What do you mean? I looked like me.”
Yoochun glanced at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong shrugged. “His skin is darker, his hair is lighter. He looked very ... generic. Like anyone else. I’m pretty sure he didn’t have almond-shaped eyes, or brown eyes. They were black, glowing a little bit.”
“Ah, I understand. And the eyes are easy. I can change those quickly and show you,” Yunho said.
He shut his eyes for about thirty seconds, and when he opened them again, they weren’t golden brown. They were dark, black, like a deep glow of the darkest light. If that made sense.
It looked weird.
Yoochun’s mouth fell open. “That ... that ...”
Yunho’s eyes shut again and then opened back to the golden brown. “The eyes are the easiest because it is just using light to change their color.”
“Are you a robot?” Yoochun asked.
“A robot?” Jaejoong laughed. “Does he look like he’s made from high-gloss technocratical cinnamon?”
Yunho stared at him for a moment and then laughed and jumped up from his chair, wrapping Jaejoong up in his arms. “That was very wrong, but so funny!”
Yoochun stared at the two of them in confusion.
Jaejoong smiled, leaning his head on Yunho’s shoulder. “He isn’t a robot, but he is an alien.”
“This is insane. How are ... how are you ... so how do you suddenly remember?”
Jaejoong smiled widely. “Well, blame that massive dick.”
“What?”
“Last night, orgasm number three.”
“Number four,” Yunho said. “You got off twice from my mouth and fingers.”
“Oh god, yes,” Jaejoong said, eyes shutting. He licked his lips. “And the third was just being stretched open by your dick, and then fucked so hard. That was so nice.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun said. “Shut up. Just ...”
Jaejoong bit back a moan. “God, it was so good, Yoochun-ie. It was just this really long, powerful orgasm, and everything was blue when I shut my eyes, and bam, memories. He fucked away their memory scrambler.”
Yunho nodded. “It might have also been my scrambler.” He touched his ear. “But probably the orgasm. If it did that to your memories, your brain would probably look like scrambled eggs.”
“Wait,” Jaejoong said and glared at Yunho. “Did you use the scrambler to steal my car?”
“I had your permission,” he said with a pout.
Jaejoong laughed and leaned up to kiss him.
“No, kisses,” Yoochun said just before their lips met. “This is insane. Unbelievable.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I know. But ...” He put his coffee cup down and went over to Yoochun. “I swear to you it’s the truth, Yoochun. I swear.” He crossed Yoochun’s heart and then his own, and then kissed his lips. “Best Friend Promise.”
Yoochun sighed and put his arms around Jaejoong’s waist, hugging him tightly. “I was so worried about you. Especially since I could not get to your house. I didn’t sleep well for five days, and I find out you were shacking up in some love motel with a sexy alien.”
Jaejoong laughed and hugged him tightly. “Blame the alien assholes. Just not Yunho. He isn’t an asshole.”
“That assessment may change if you continue to hold him and attempt to touch his ass,” Yunho said.
Yoochun laughed and copped a feel before Jaejoong moved away from him and went to Yunho’s arms.
“I am not allowed to hurt your best friend,” Yunho said with a pout.
“Please don’t,” Yoochun said.
“You can’t tell anyone, Yoochun-ie,” Jaejoong said, sitting gingerly in Yunho’s lap. Without his ass actually against anything, it was more comfortable than the chair to the counter. Though his thighs did sting from all the bites and hickys.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. But I will rent out a billboard and have it say ‘Jung Yunho Is An Alien!’ in giant letters.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes.
Yunho’s frown deepened.
“He’s just kidding,” Jaejoong said.
“Ooh,” Yoochun said, “maybe a radio ad, or a commercial. I’ll write a jingle for it. Jung Yunho Is An Alien!” He sang it in a stupid melody. “It’s catchy. I like it. Man, this is great. I’ll be famous!”
“You mean I will be famous,” Yunho said. “I’m the alien. You just get to be a sidekick.”
Jaejoong laughed, cupped Yunho’s cheeks and kissed him.
“Your kisses give me so much pleasure,” Yunho whispered.
Yoochun groaned and said, “Wow. That was ... really lame.”
“And romantic,” Jaejoong said, not taking his eyes from Yunho.
“You and your romance,” Yoochun said.
Yunho glanced at him. “Have you attempted to be romantic with your co-worker?”
Yoochun stared at him. “Huh?”
“You have said many sexual things today that are not very romantic. Have you tried romance? Have you tried to just tell him you are in love with him? That you want to date him? Or have all you told him is how much you want to suck on and ride his hardened penis?”
Jaejoong bit his lip against laughter.
Yoochun glanced at him. “I ... what ... he doesn’t like me though.”
“Maybe he does but he does not think you are being serious.”
“Fuck, that ... that’s actually ... kind of brilliant. Wow.” He spun around and out the front door, calling, “Kim Jaejoong, you still owe me dinner for milking your goats on Thursday!”
Jaejoong turned to Yunho and licked his lips. “I thought he’d be here forever.”
Yunho smiled. “I am so glad he is gone.”
“You said something about licking me better,” Jaejoong whispered and licked Yunho’s upper lip.
Yunho nodded. “With my tongue. On your ass. I want to lick at you with my tongue until you come.”
Jaejoong moaned. “That’s just going to make me want your cock inside me again.”
“No. I want to pleasure you, but I do not want you to be sore.”
“Hm, so a contest.”
Yunho narrowed his eyes. “A contest.”
“Yes.” Jaejoong stood up and let Yunho pull him closer with hands on his thighs. His mouth opened against a cloth-covered nipple.
“The terms are that you are allowed to lick me and touch me and do anything you want to me but fuck me. If you fuck me, you lose and I win.”
Yunho bit his lip. “And if I don’t fuck you?”
“You still lose.”
Yunho laughed. “That’s a silly contest.”
“Maybe. Shall we start?” Jaejoong pushed his sweatpants down and leaned over the table. “Lick me?”
Yunho fell to his knees and shuffled behind him. His hands were firm as he spread Jaejoong open. But his mouth went first to the hickys and the bites, kissing or licking at each one. Jaejoong gripped the table and tried not to shake. He buried his face against his folded arm, and whimpered as Yunho’s mouth moved closer to his cleft. Jaejoong moaned at the first touch of his tongue, and shivered when fingers soon joined him. His body was too sore, he knew it, but god, he could not get enough of him.
Too soon, Yunho was standing, and then leaning over him, mouth trailing kisses up his spine. His erection was full and heavy on Jaejoong’s ass, sliding through his cleft.
“This is not an normal adaptation for this world, but with you as my mate, my lover, and my partner, I think it is okay.”
Jaejoong’s head was swimming, but he managed to ask, “What adaptation?”
The head of Yunho’s dick slid down his cleft, once twice, and then a third time. Jaejoong expected the spit to have dried, but instead, his cleft grew slick with lube and his skin even more sensitive.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong said and turned his head. “Did you make your dick self-lubricating?”
“Yes. It seemed a reasonable adaptation for as often as I knew I was going to mate with you. Do you like it?” The head pressed into his body, sliding in a few inches before going back out. It did not hurt, not more than just the ache of before. It was nice and slick, and Yunho pressed into him shallowly again before pulling back out.
Jaejoong moaned. “Yes. Good ... good ... adaptation.”
Yunho smirked at him and thrust into him again, hips moving to a steady rhythm. “Oh, look at that. I lose the contest.”
Jaejoong laughed, the noise stopping half in his throat as Yunho thrust forward, all the way, burying himself deep. He fell to the table, the top cold against his chest and cheek. His legs spread for balance as Yunho fucked into him, slow and deep.
“God, that ... fuck ... so good. Fine ... good ... lube. I like that idea.”
“Me, too. Now I do not have to wait to have you.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Just don’t make your dick vibrate,” he said, rolling his hips to feel Yunho’s cock as deep into as he could. “That’s a bit too weird.”
“Do not worry, my beautiful,” Yunho said. “I learned all about sex toys and bondage while watching pornography. There were many interesting positions and results that I would like to duplicate if you’re interested.”
Jaejoong whimpered. Once again, and with more enthusiasm, Jaejoong thought, I am so fucked.
Part 8: Flashy-Thing Memory-Messer-Upper
Part 7: Are You An Alien? Because Your Ass is Out of This World
Part 6: Shake Your Spaceship Candy
Part 5: Jedi Mind Tricks
Part 4: We Come In Peace
Part 3: The Live Among Us In Secret
Part 2: No Sign Of Intelligent Life Anywhere
Part 1: Take Me To Your Leader
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: While I'm being ddelusionall and writing them as aliens, I may as well try to claim them as mine to do with as I wish.
Summary: Jaejoong lives alone on a farm outside of a small city. It's a perfect existence. Normal. Routine. Feed the chickens. Feed the goats. Weed the garden. Of course that means something ... or someone ... needs to invade and throw everything off kilter. Though Jaejoong never thought that he'd ever have to ask himself if he really believed in aliens.
A/N: All done! It's been so much fun to write this fic!
Part 9: The Truth Is Out There
Jaejoong woke up to a soft touch on his side, firm fingers curling around his hip, on his thigh, and then lifting. He moaned as Yunho’s erection prodded him from behind.
“I understand why you were always so hard in the morning. It is difficult to control these reactions when I am next to you.”
Jaejoong shifted his hips and whimpered when Yunho’s dick pressed into him. He was sore. “Fuck, I’m too sore.”
“I know, but I only wanted a moment.” His dick thrust further on the last word, and Jaejoong choked on a groan. His own dick pulsed in interest and Jaejoong gave up resisting. Why not wake up to an orgasm from that dick since that was the last thing he remembered before falling asleep anyway?
He rolled on his stomach, hips lifted in invitation. A pillow slipped under him and he gasped as he sagged onto it, cock throbbing.
Yunho settled over him, an easy push right back into his ass, and Jaejoong grunted at how far Yunho could fuck into him. His legs spread, hips rolling up to meet his thrusts. He moaned and whimpered, quieter than last night, until Yunho’s hand slipped around to his cock and then his cries were louder, his body hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the need to come. Desperate. Anguish. He needed more.
He may have said that out loud because Yunho bit down on his neck, hopefully on a spot of skin that wasn’t already covered with a hicky. His hips slowed, and Jaejoong whimpered in protest, trying to rock his hips up. It was enough to have Yunho prodding deeper inside him and not slipping out, not thrusting.
“Feel so good,” Yunho said and then moved his mouth to Jaejoong’s shoulder.
The bed was creaking something fierce and Jaejoong was so glad he didn’t have neighbors.
With his moans echoing around them and Yunho’s mouth biting at all the skin he could while still fucking into him, Jaejoong was shuddering through his orgasm, pulsing weak clumps of come over Yunho’s fingers. He fell to the bed with a whimper and Yunho kept his hips moving for a few more moments, before he stilled and added to the mess in Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong smiled. He did like that he affected Yunho almost as much as Yunho affected him, but he had plans on seeing how many hours straight Yunho could fuck him for without coming. But not today. God, his body hurt.
“I suggest we soak in your bathtub for a little while and then eat.”
Jaejoong hummed. That sounded like a great idea, a great use of his morning.
They lay together for a few more moments, before Yunho pressed a kiss to his neck and whispered, “I cannot believe you still desire me, and that you do not want me to leave. I thought you’d run away if you learned the truth.”
“Maybe I would have if I had learned it without my memories. But those memories ... I knew who you were before I started to like you. I cannot ignore that. And stupid asshole aliens.”
The front door suddenly opened.
“Kim Jaejoong!”
Jaejoong winced at Yoochun’s shout.
“Where the hell--oh, sorry.”
Yoochun leaned against the door frame, a sexy smirk firmly in place as he saw them in bed together. The blankets were not covering them, and Yunho’s dick was still nestled in his ass, moving out of him only as slowly as he was going soft.
“You are not sorry,” Jaejoong muttered.
“Nope. I called you like ... twenty times since yesterday. I was worried. You aren’t ever disappearing on me again.”
“Alien assholes,” Jaejoong said. “Blame them.”
Yoochun smiled. “What?”
“Aliens. It was all the aliens’ fault.”
“You’re serious?”
“You explain, crazy alien man.” Jaejoong shoved Yunho.
Yunho chuckled. “Maybe over coffee.”
“Hmm, good idea, lover. Coffee. Yoochun, be a pal, get a pot going.”
“I’m so confused.”
“I know. I’ll explain why I’m in bed with him.”
Yoochun snorted. “He has a massive cock, that’s why. Any chance you’ll let me share in the wealth, Jaejoong-ah? He has more than enough to go around.”
“You keep talking and you’re going to lose yours.”
Yoochun laughed. “Okay. Coffee first.” He pushed away from the door.
Yunho frowned down at Jaejoong. “You are going to tell him?”
“I have to. He was so worried about me. Making me disappear didn’t just affect the two of us.”
Yunho nodded. “He will not try to seduce me?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Maybe not seriously. He’s going to joke around a lot though, so be prepared.”
“LIke you,” Yunho whispered and three fingers pushed into his body.
Jaejoong moaned.
“No!” Yoochun shouted from the kitchen. “No way. Not while I’m making coffee and definitely not if I’m not allowed to join!”
Yunho smiled. “I like him.”
“Me, too. But I like your dick more.”
Yunho laughed. “And me, I hope.”
“Hmm,” Jaejoong agreed pulling him down for a deep kiss. “I like your dick, but I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you.”
Yunho’s eyes went wide. “I don’t ... I’m sorry ... I don’t ...”
“You don’t understand yet. That's okay."
"I do understand, sort of, but I ... I don’t want anyone but you. I don’t want to lay in bed with anyone but you. I don’t want to drink coffee and go on walks and kiss anyone but you.”
“That’s a good start, and one I very much agree with. Sometimes I don’t understand love either. We’ll fall in love together, okay?”
Yunho smiled and nodded eagerly. “Together?”
“Yes. Can you break your lease and move in with me?”
Yunho laughed. “Yes. I can. I only pay month-to-month.”
“Good. Come on, before Yoochun comes back to sneak another peek at your dick.”
“Too late,” Yoochun said from the door.
Jaejoong threw a pillow at him. Yoochun easily dodged. Jaejoong didn’t bother to cover up as he stood. His body was so sore. He was shaking. A firm hand on his sore ass kept him from falling over.
“Fucking hell, Yunho,” Yoochun muttered. “I have never seen Jaejoong so delectably fucked the morning after. Look at all those hickys.”
Jaejoong smiled at him and then over at Yunho. “It’s been so yummy.”
Yunho smiled. “Yes. You taste better than even samgyeopsal.”
They both laughed.
Jaejoong attempted a step, and then another, cautious all the way to his dresser.
“You know, you may want to go clean up.” Fingers slid over his ass and down his thigh.
Jaejoong attempted to smack his best friend, but missed.
Yoochun laughed and licked his fingers clean. His eyes went wide and he glanced over at Yunho.
Yunho smiled. “Without the usual amount of waste byproducts within a semen expulsion, that taste is quite normal.”
“Sustenance,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho laughed. “Almost, but it tastes better than sustenance. Especially yours.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yoochun said and went to Jaejoong’s body for another sample.
This time Jaejoong danced out of his way. “Don’t you dare, Park Yoochun. That’s all you get.”
“Seriously, go shower. It’s all over you.”
Jaejoong moaned and shut his eyes. “And inside me. Down my throat. Fuck. It’s so good, Yoochun-ie.”
“I really hate you.”
His best friend left the room.
Arms wrapped around his body. “He is your best friend?”
Jaejoong hummed, content to just be close and not speak.
“I am probably acting irrationally, but I would like to punch him in the face for touching you.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“That is not a joke.”
Jaejoong turned in his arms and kissed him. “I know. You are not allowed to punch him in the face.”
Yunho pouted. “How about I slap him in the face?”
Jaejoong laughed. “No! You are not allowed to hurt my best friend.”
“But I can be angry that he touched you?”
“Yes.”
“Am I allowed to shower with you?”
“Not this time,” Jaejoong said and kissed his pout. “If you do, I’m going to want you to fuck me again, and ... well, I am really sore.”
Yunho licked his lips and said, “Will it help if I lick you better with my tongue within your body?”
“Oh god.” Jaejoong gripped the back of Yunho’s hair. A sliver of a memory spread through him, and he scratched at the base of his hair line.
Yunho moaned, body shaking. His cock even twitched against Jaejoong’s thigh.
“Kim Jaejoong, I swear to god!”
Jaejoong huffed and said, “Go get some coffee. I’ll be quick.”
Yunho pouted.
“What?”
“It is against social customs to display the size of my penis in order to intimidate other males that want to mate with you.”
Jaejoong stared at him, smiled, and shook his head. “You’re so stupid.”
“I’m just saying. It is unfair. Other animals on this world do this. Why can’t I do so too?”
Jaejoong chuckled and pressed a kiss to his lips. “That’s so ridiculous. But please get dressed. All Yoochun will do if you go out there naked is ogle you and try to touch you. He would much rather mate with you than me.”
“Fine. But I hope he does not stay long. We are supposed to stay in bed all day.”
With a firm resolve to get rid of his best friend as soon as possible, Jaejoong finally pulled away from Yunho’s arms and headed to his bathroom. It took much longer than he expected to clean the come off his body (god, Yoochun was right, it was everywhere), and then dressed in shorts and a tank top.
He walked into the kitchen, interrupting Yoochun lamenting about Changmin not wanting to fuck him.
“Come on, Jaejoong,” Yoochun said as Jaejoong poured himself a cup of coffee. “I’m not above begging for a pity fuck, especially from--”
Jaejoong shook his head. “I told Yunho that he is not allowed to hurt you for touching me. I make no such promises myself if you touch him. Yunho is mine. Keep your hands off, Park.”
“God, why didn’t I think to take a picture?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Stunned stupid. Yunho is good at doing that.”
Jaejoong sat at the table, but his ass hurt so he stood back up and leaned against the counter. That hurt too, but it was bearable.
“Okay, so explain,” Yoochun said. “About the alien thing.”
“Three months ago, I disappeared,” Jaejoong said. “For five days.”
“Right.”
“And our conclusion?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Aliens.”
“Asshole aliens.”
“That fed your goats. And?”
“You were right.”
“Huh?”
Jaejoong motioned to Yunho.
Yunho bit his lip. “I do not like to tell you this because it is not safe for people to know, especially after I have adapted to your world and social customs.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I am not from Earth. I am from Soleigajgiah.”
“What?”
“He’s a crazy, alien man,” Jaejoong said and laughed.
“I am not crazy,” Yunho said. “But I am an alien. I am not from Earth.”
“Huh?” Yoochun said, eyes wide.
Jaejoong sipped on his coffee, just watching Yunho talk, telling Yoochun about his escape and how he did not mean to crash into Jaejoong’s front porch.
“I’m so glad you did,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled over at him. “So am I. Jaejoong is very sexy.”
“The asshole alien authorities wiped my memory after they were done searching for Yunho. They told me that I wasn’t supposed to know of their existence and they did not want me to warn Yunho. So I was just here ... and I couldn’t remember.”
“And I take it that Yunho gave you that hicky and the lube was for his erection?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Yep.”
“Stupid aliens interrupted your sex. No wonder you were freaking the fuck out that day.”
Jaejoong stuck his tongue out at him.
“I do want you to promise that you will not tell anyone about me. It is very dangerous for me,” Yunho said. “I have adapted well, and have learned to look like you and act like you. I learned to read and use the Internet. I learned about sex and love and dramas. I like dramas a lot.”
“So ... what did you look like before?”
Yunho tilted his head. “Huh?”
“You said you learned to look like us, what did you look like before?”
“What do you mean? I looked like me.”
Yoochun glanced at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong shrugged. “His skin is darker, his hair is lighter. He looked very ... generic. Like anyone else. I’m pretty sure he didn’t have almond-shaped eyes, or brown eyes. They were black, glowing a little bit.”
“Ah, I understand. And the eyes are easy. I can change those quickly and show you,” Yunho said.
He shut his eyes for about thirty seconds, and when he opened them again, they weren’t golden brown. They were dark, black, like a deep glow of the darkest light. If that made sense.
It looked weird.
Yoochun’s mouth fell open. “That ... that ...”
Yunho’s eyes shut again and then opened back to the golden brown. “The eyes are the easiest because it is just using light to change their color.”
“Are you a robot?” Yoochun asked.
“A robot?” Jaejoong laughed. “Does he look like he’s made from high-gloss technocratical cinnamon?”
Yunho stared at him for a moment and then laughed and jumped up from his chair, wrapping Jaejoong up in his arms. “That was very wrong, but so funny!”
Yoochun stared at the two of them in confusion.
Jaejoong smiled, leaning his head on Yunho’s shoulder. “He isn’t a robot, but he is an alien.”
“This is insane. How are ... how are you ... so how do you suddenly remember?”
Jaejoong smiled widely. “Well, blame that massive dick.”
“What?”
“Last night, orgasm number three.”
“Number four,” Yunho said. “You got off twice from my mouth and fingers.”
“Oh god, yes,” Jaejoong said, eyes shutting. He licked his lips. “And the third was just being stretched open by your dick, and then fucked so hard. That was so nice.”
“Fuck,” Yoochun said. “Shut up. Just ...”
Jaejoong bit back a moan. “God, it was so good, Yoochun-ie. It was just this really long, powerful orgasm, and everything was blue when I shut my eyes, and bam, memories. He fucked away their memory scrambler.”
Yunho nodded. “It might have also been my scrambler.” He touched his ear. “But probably the orgasm. If it did that to your memories, your brain would probably look like scrambled eggs.”
“Wait,” Jaejoong said and glared at Yunho. “Did you use the scrambler to steal my car?”
“I had your permission,” he said with a pout.
Jaejoong laughed and leaned up to kiss him.
“No, kisses,” Yoochun said just before their lips met. “This is insane. Unbelievable.”
Jaejoong nodded. “I know. But ...” He put his coffee cup down and went over to Yoochun. “I swear to you it’s the truth, Yoochun. I swear.” He crossed Yoochun’s heart and then his own, and then kissed his lips. “Best Friend Promise.”
Yoochun sighed and put his arms around Jaejoong’s waist, hugging him tightly. “I was so worried about you. Especially since I could not get to your house. I didn’t sleep well for five days, and I find out you were shacking up in some love motel with a sexy alien.”
Jaejoong laughed and hugged him tightly. “Blame the alien assholes. Just not Yunho. He isn’t an asshole.”
“That assessment may change if you continue to hold him and attempt to touch his ass,” Yunho said.
Yoochun laughed and copped a feel before Jaejoong moved away from him and went to Yunho’s arms.
“I am not allowed to hurt your best friend,” Yunho said with a pout.
“Please don’t,” Yoochun said.
“You can’t tell anyone, Yoochun-ie,” Jaejoong said, sitting gingerly in Yunho’s lap. Without his ass actually against anything, it was more comfortable than the chair to the counter. Though his thighs did sting from all the bites and hickys.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. But I will rent out a billboard and have it say ‘Jung Yunho Is An Alien!’ in giant letters.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes.
Yunho’s frown deepened.
“He’s just kidding,” Jaejoong said.
“Ooh,” Yoochun said, “maybe a radio ad, or a commercial. I’ll write a jingle for it. Jung Yunho Is An Alien!” He sang it in a stupid melody. “It’s catchy. I like it. Man, this is great. I’ll be famous!”
“You mean I will be famous,” Yunho said. “I’m the alien. You just get to be a sidekick.”
Jaejoong laughed, cupped Yunho’s cheeks and kissed him.
“Your kisses give me so much pleasure,” Yunho whispered.
Yoochun groaned and said, “Wow. That was ... really lame.”
“And romantic,” Jaejoong said, not taking his eyes from Yunho.
“You and your romance,” Yoochun said.
Yunho glanced at him. “Have you attempted to be romantic with your co-worker?”
Yoochun stared at him. “Huh?”
“You have said many sexual things today that are not very romantic. Have you tried romance? Have you tried to just tell him you are in love with him? That you want to date him? Or have all you told him is how much you want to suck on and ride his hardened penis?”
Jaejoong bit his lip against laughter.
Yoochun glanced at him. “I ... what ... he doesn’t like me though.”
“Maybe he does but he does not think you are being serious.”
“Fuck, that ... that’s actually ... kind of brilliant. Wow.” He spun around and out the front door, calling, “Kim Jaejoong, you still owe me dinner for milking your goats on Thursday!”
Jaejoong turned to Yunho and licked his lips. “I thought he’d be here forever.”
Yunho smiled. “I am so glad he is gone.”
“You said something about licking me better,” Jaejoong whispered and licked Yunho’s upper lip.
Yunho nodded. “With my tongue. On your ass. I want to lick at you with my tongue until you come.”
Jaejoong moaned. “That’s just going to make me want your cock inside me again.”
“No. I want to pleasure you, but I do not want you to be sore.”
“Hm, so a contest.”
Yunho narrowed his eyes. “A contest.”
“Yes.” Jaejoong stood up and let Yunho pull him closer with hands on his thighs. His mouth opened against a cloth-covered nipple.
“The terms are that you are allowed to lick me and touch me and do anything you want to me but fuck me. If you fuck me, you lose and I win.”
Yunho bit his lip. “And if I don’t fuck you?”
“You still lose.”
Yunho laughed. “That’s a silly contest.”
“Maybe. Shall we start?” Jaejoong pushed his sweatpants down and leaned over the table. “Lick me?”
Yunho fell to his knees and shuffled behind him. His hands were firm as he spread Jaejoong open. But his mouth went first to the hickys and the bites, kissing or licking at each one. Jaejoong gripped the table and tried not to shake. He buried his face against his folded arm, and whimpered as Yunho’s mouth moved closer to his cleft. Jaejoong moaned at the first touch of his tongue, and shivered when fingers soon joined him. His body was too sore, he knew it, but god, he could not get enough of him.
Too soon, Yunho was standing, and then leaning over him, mouth trailing kisses up his spine. His erection was full and heavy on Jaejoong’s ass, sliding through his cleft.
“This is not an normal adaptation for this world, but with you as my mate, my lover, and my partner, I think it is okay.”
Jaejoong’s head was swimming, but he managed to ask, “What adaptation?”
The head of Yunho’s dick slid down his cleft, once twice, and then a third time. Jaejoong expected the spit to have dried, but instead, his cleft grew slick with lube and his skin even more sensitive.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong said and turned his head. “Did you make your dick self-lubricating?”
“Yes. It seemed a reasonable adaptation for as often as I knew I was going to mate with you. Do you like it?” The head pressed into his body, sliding in a few inches before going back out. It did not hurt, not more than just the ache of before. It was nice and slick, and Yunho pressed into him shallowly again before pulling back out.
Jaejoong moaned. “Yes. Good ... good ... adaptation.”
Yunho smirked at him and thrust into him again, hips moving to a steady rhythm. “Oh, look at that. I lose the contest.”
Jaejoong laughed, the noise stopping half in his throat as Yunho thrust forward, all the way, burying himself deep. He fell to the table, the top cold against his chest and cheek. His legs spread for balance as Yunho fucked into him, slow and deep.
“God, that ... fuck ... so good. Fine ... good ... lube. I like that idea.”
“Me, too. Now I do not have to wait to have you.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Just don’t make your dick vibrate,” he said, rolling his hips to feel Yunho’s cock as deep into as he could. “That’s a bit too weird.”
“Do not worry, my beautiful,” Yunho said. “I learned all about sex toys and bondage while watching pornography. There were many interesting positions and results that I would like to duplicate if you’re interested.”
Jaejoong whimpered. Once again, and with more enthusiasm, Jaejoong thought, I am so fucked.
Part 8: Flashy-Thing Memory-Messer-Upper
Part 7: Are You An Alien? Because Your Ass is Out of This World
Part 6: Shake Your Spaceship Candy
Part 5: Jedi Mind Tricks
Part 4: We Come In Peace
Part 3: The Live Among Us In Secret
Part 2: No Sign Of Intelligent Life Anywhere
Part 1: Take Me To Your Leader
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