Under the Chandeliers
Title: Under the Chandeliers
Summary: Yunho hated formal parties and everything that comes with it, but Kim Jaejoong can make anything worth the trouble
Pairing: YunJae
Genre: Romance, Humor, Smut
Rating: NC17
Length: Oneshot
~o~
He sighed before the butler opened the huge mahogany doors to the foyer. Putting on a forged smile, he went down the stairs, briefly scanning the room. Gowns, expensive suits, jewelry, drinks, a string quartet. Nothing new. Everybody who was somebody was probably already inside, he was late but he didn’t care. Jung Yunho hated going to these parties. He didn't like the chandeliers, he didn’t like the little biscuits with cheese, he didn’t like wearing his stupid tux, and he didn’t like to suck up to rich asses he barely cared about.
He hated it. He hated it, but he attended these functions for one reason and one reason only and there it was, his reason, by the drinks bar, smiling his charming smile, lost in the crowd of normality he outshone. Kim Jaejoong, son of one of the most successful hoteliers in South Korea.
Jaejoong was always easy to spot, always so different from everyone else, always so alluring to Yunho’s sight. His blond hair was relief from the monotony of everyone else in the room. His skin was beautiful under the lighting and the dark color from his suit brought out his lush lips.
They were room ends apart, but Yunho didn’t miss the inviting glance Jaejoong spared him after taking a sip from his wine. He cursed under his breath, just one look from Jaejoong and he could feel his cock twitch.
He smirked and grabbed a glass of his own before he made his way to the blond. He didn't bother sparing anyone else a greeting. He trudged his way down the hall, hoping not to come across anyone vying for his attention. He almost jumped when he felt a hand on his arm. It was his father. Shit.
“Son, where have you been?” before he replied, he glanced at Jaejoong with problematic eyes, and the other just shook his head amusedly before moving out of his spot.
“I’m sorry, a meeting ran late” he lied, trying to move away from his father’s attention. He peered at the spot where Jaejoong had been standing, but he was nowhere to be found anymore.
“I see” he heard his father. “Yunho has always been a hard worker.”
Sighing in defeat, Yunho finally turned to the direction of his father and the young lady beside him.
“Yunho, this is Park Soojin, you do know her right? She told me you had one class in economics together back in college…” the young man held back his urge to roll his eyes. Another one.
He stood patiently, listening to Soojin and his father, occasionally telling any boring thing he could say about himself. He was keen on sounding polite and invested on the conversation. He’d perfected the art of masking his itch yawn since he was a teenager.
In a week’s time his father would probably settle an engagement with this woman, one, which, he would, almost instantly, decline.
~o~
The party was halfway through and Yunho had enough of the fake smiles and halfhearted conversations. He felt a mischievous tug on his lips when he finally found Jaejoong standing alone, watching the crowd with another glass of alcohol in his hands.
He was breathtaking, with his eyes lingering, shifting around the groups of people. It was only then that Yunho noticed his suit was in a deep shade of midnight blue, he wore no tie and Yunho wished the blond hadn’t undone too many buttons of his undershirt for other people to see his chest.
When he neared, Jaejoong instantly saw him approaching. Both wore fairly unsuspecting smiles and greeted each other casually, almost making Jaejoong lose himself in a fit of chuckles.
“How are you Jung?” Jaejoong put a hand inside his pocket with an amused expression still plastered on his face.
“I’m fine. Kim, how are you?”
They played a little game of greetings, but when Yunho lets it slip that he thought Jaejoong looked extremely alluring that evening, the mood between the two of them suddenly changed.
Jaejoong licked his lips and looked at Yunho with dark eyes. “I better get going,” he said as he moved past him, not missing to lean his mouth to Yunho’s ear before leaving. “I already found a room,” his voice sounded sly and seductive as always. A light shiver went through Yunho’s body as the feel of his breath brushed against his skin. Jaejoong snuck in a piece of paper in his pocket, taking the chance of running his hand through Yunho’s thigh. “See you,” he whispered one last time.
Yunho swallowed and watched him, as he disappeared through the crowd. He grabbed the folded paper in his pocket,
Second floor, farthest room on the left.
He folded the paper again and looked up for the way to get there. He grabbed a glass of scotch an chugged it down in a few gulps as he made his way to the second floor.
~o~
Jung Yunho and Kim Jaejoong had known each other since they were babies, they grew up in the same neighborhood, lived in the same dorm in college and although they’ve gone through a lot of memorable things growing up, neither could remember when they’d started fucking in these parties.
Yunho strode the empty hall impatiently. It had been too long since the last party, too long since he had sex with Jaejoong.
He finally made it to the end of the corridor and found the door. He pulled down the knobs and made his way inside. It was a music room, a piano was on the end of the room, a few other instruments were stocked up in different cabinets and there were shelves of music sheets.
In the middle of the room was a red, vintage sofa, and Jaejoong was lounging on it, pants already undone. His hands were stroking his cock languidly. Eyes closed, lips slightly parted, chest heaving, he was sex waiting to happen, and when Yunho heard him faintly whimper his name, he wanted nothing more than to ravish him.
“Fuck,” Yunho cursed as he stared at the undone man before him.
Jaejoong didn’t open his eyes when he heard the other’s voice. “What took you so long?” he breathed out, still continuing what he was doing with his hands.
Yunho didn’t bother to answer as he approached Jaejoong, discarding his jacket, losing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt in the process. “Fuck Jae, anyone else could’ve come in here and seen you like that. You didn’t even lock the door.”
“Then…they would…see me wanting you,” he muttered in between moans as he ran another hand across his chest. The blond almost gasped when he felt added weight on top of him and a hand holding his wrist to stop him from moving.
“No one else gets to see you like this,” he looked at Yunho directly, he could see that familiar dark glint of want in Yunho’s eyes. The other soon attacked his lips, shoving his tongue down and his mouth, moving his lips fervently and possessively. It was their first in a long time, but they still memorized the crevices of each other’s mouths.
When they broke away, Jaejoong traced the contours of Yunho’s lips and smirked. “Mmm. How are you so sure about that? We only meet every few weeks and you only get to fuck me in these parties.”
Yunho growled and leaned to take his mouth again. He didn’t miss the Jaejoong’s knowing smile on lips. The man knew which buttons to push to drive him crazy, but Yunho also knew how to drive Jaejoong insane.
Yunho bit roughly on his lower lip, and his thumb rubbed around the tip of Jaejoong’s cock. The blond groaned in frustration arching his hips for more contact. “You see baby, that’s why when I take you, I make sure you remember it for weeks,” he tugged the shell of Jaejoong’s ear and the other could only squirm and moan under him.
The taller man took a moment to open Jaejoong’s shirt, the buttons flew out to whatever direction. “Shit, that was Armani!” he heard Jaejoong whine, but he didn’t care as his mouth attacked the blond’s pert nipples. Jaejoong rolled his head back, he saw stars as he felt the wetness enclose on his sensitive nubs.
“I’ll replace it,” Yunho merely muffled, maybe it could be his excuse to meet Jaejoong even before the next event.
He felt Jaejoong jerk when one of his hands found their way to his cock again. Jaejoong took hold of his hair and pulled him for another kiss, his hand raking his hair and his other, also finding its way to Yunho’s clothed cock.
Jaejoong could feel the impatience growing in him as he felt Yunho’s hardness against his hand. He just wanted that inside already and so he pleaded and the other complied.
For their first round, neither of them even bothered completely taking of their pants as Yunho slammed himself against Jaejoong.
~o~
Their clothes were completely discarded by the time Jaejoong was on his knees, his hands gripping the handle of the sofa, teeth biting on the velvet cover as Yunho thrust into him from behind. Jaejoong could feel his orgasm coming as he rocked his hips in rhythm with Yunho.
He could feel his sweat fall past his chest, and he was sure Yunho’s tight grip on his hips would leave bruises. His body was overly sensitive and already so exhausted, but he couldn’t stop the desire Yunho made him pursue. Only Yunho could make him burn this much.
"Faster," he demanded as Yunho hit his sweet spot again and again.
He moaned wantonly as he finally reached his climax, sinking down on the arm of the sofa as he felt Yunho rock his hips against him a few more times before he also found his release.
The blond bit his lips when he felt the other slip out of him. He turned to see Yunho laying his head back on the opposite end of the sofa, his sweaty hair was stuck on his face, and his mouth was open from trying to catch breaths. Jaejoong tiredly moved to rest his head against his chest, not helping himself from wincing at the jolt of pain that shot from his back as he stirred.
Yunho immediately wrapped an arm around him and caught his lips for an innocent kiss, before adjusting the both of them so they could fit in the little space. He heard Jaejoong whimper from pain again as his behind collided with the back of the sofa. Yunho mumbled a soft sorry.
“Tell me again why we’re stuck in a room with only a sofa?”
“Because it’s easier to clean a couch than a queen sized bed.”
Yunho slapped Jaejoong’s ass and the blond let out an angry groan. “That didn’t stop us last time. I don’t think we even cleaned up the Go’s bedroom”
Jaejoong bit down hard on the skin of Yunho’s chest as a comeback for the slap. “Well that’s because we wanted to Ms. Go to believe that her fiancé had hot gay sex with that Kim guy.”
Yunho let out a soft chuckle. “Damn. We totally ruined that engagement.”
“But the affair was true! Just think of it as us saving her from a marriage of lies.”
“Mmm, you have a point” Yunho said as he took Jaejoong’s lips again, rolling on top of him, and then nibbling his collar. “I still don’t get why we have to do it in the music room”
“It’s sound proof baby.”
“Oh, so that’s why you were so loud?”
“Yes.”
“Just so you know, un-sound-proof rooms never stopped you from screaming my name either.”
“Yea, but they’ve stopped me from doing this.” Jaejoong pushed Yunho away from him and put his hands on either side of his mouth “JUNG YUNHO HAD SEX WITH ME MORE THAN ONCE TONIGHT AND HIS DICK FEELS SO DAMN GOOD IN MY ASS” Jaejoong shouted on top of his lungs.
He looked back at Yunho who was holding back a laugh. They looked at each other and Yunho's face changed into a serious expression, tracing the outlines of Jaejoong's features. He pulled Jaejoong on top of him and started slowly moving his hips again. “Damn, Yunho, up for another one?”
“What? I don’t even know how long until the next party and you’re the only reason why I don’t ditch these things, can’t I enjoy you?”
Jaejoong sighed and let the other card his lips against his skin. "Mmm. Maybe...I could finally give you my number so we can do this every night." He felt Yunho stop his actions, and when he looked up, he saw the other's surprised eyes looking back at him.
Jaejoong had always declined him, he was the one who insisted it would be much better if they kept their affairs in these parties. "I-I think i'm ready to go out with you, Jung Yunho."
"A real date?"
Jaejoong smiled. "As long as you take me to expensive places."
Yunho bent down to kiss him, this time slowly and romantically, "Well, I've always wanted to fuck you in Paris."
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A/N: Guys, tell me this had a plot…tell me this had a plot. I can’t believe I just wrote pointless porn. OTL
Oh and if anyone's waiting for the last part for From Day One, it'll be up soon ^^