FANFIC: "When In: Transition (Ch 1)" PG13 (YunJae/ YooSu)
Title: When In: Transition (Ch 1)
Pairing: YunJae (Yunho x Jaejoong)~ Mentions of YooSu (Yoochun x Junsu)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Fluff, Travel, Romance, Smut, etc.
Rating: PG13
Warning (for fic overall): Possibly inaccurate mention of flight time/travel time/distance/details about timezones/cities etc, travel, multiple cities, strange tourist behaviors, etc. Sex, male x male, etc.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to my SoulMate rawrboysmode because this fic is all her fault. "Paris" got pushed back but here's a start lovely!
Disclaimer: THIS IS FAN FICTION. The next chapter will most likely be smut, but this chapter is fairly harmless. You have been warned. I don't own the DBSK boys, the cities they visit, or anything beyond the actual writing and some of the plotting. The rest of the plotting is Zef's fault. Blame her.
“Enough, that’s enough… Good work.” Yunho smiled, releasing everyone from practice with a ‘well-done’, a few quick bows and a faint smile as he clapped approvingly. Changmin was the first to be caught, the maknae being pulled into a hug by the leader and then released with a ruffle of his hair.
He accepted it with good grace, shouldering his hyung with a playful grimace and a sulky retort. “Yah! I’m not a kid anymore.”
“Our Minnie is grown up now.” Jaejoong scolded his leader with a playful flash of dark eyes, draping a companionable arm around Changmin’s shoulders as Yunho and Junsu exchanged affectionate shoulder-clasps. “You can’t treat him like that anymore.”
“He’s only grown up until he wants you to baby him, SoulMate.” Yoochun grinned as he leaned an elbow on Yunho’s shoulder as he less-than-subtly allied himself with the leader. “And then he’s your baby-Min again.”
Jaejoong sniffed haughtily, turning his nose up with a superior expression that was both arrogant and challenging. A hint of a smile tugged at his mouth. “You can be quite a baby when you feel like it, Park Yoochun, so don’t try and tell me otherwise.”
Eu-kyang-kyang! Junsu’s laugh rang across the room, the singer leaning against the wall and holding a water bottle in one hand as the other wiped at his face and neck with a towel. “Play nice, hyung.”
“He doesn’t have to.” Yunho grinned, shrugging Yoochun off and taking a challenging step toward the fey singer. “I don’t mind it rough, I can take it.”
One of Jaejoong’s eyebrows arched, his faint smile turning into a smirk as his eyes darkened in appreciation. “So sure of yourself, Jung Yunho.”
“I am the Leader for a reason.” Yunho’s smile was wide as he continued forward.
“There wasn’t much else to do with you.” Jaejoong teased as Changmin slipped away from his hyungs and Yoochun drifted over to Junsu, wrapping his arms around the still-giggling dolphin. “You’re not as tall and stubborn as Changmin, as bubbly and cute as Junsu, as greasy and charismatic as Chunnie-”
“Thanks, SoulMate.” Yoochun muttered sarcastically, not lifting his lips from their place on Junsu’s throat, but still making the phrase heard.
“You’re just proving his point.” Junsu murmured, shivering at the nip he received for his two-cents.
“Hush, Suyah.” Yoochun playfully admonished, though the dolphin had little care for words when he could just steal sips at Yoochun’s skin instead. Abandoning the debate of their elders, YooSu quickly lost themselves to playful kisses and low murmurs amongst themselves.
“Or as beautiful as you?” Yunho laughed, hand snapping out to catch Jae’s wrist and drag the older male back to him as he tried to escape. “You’re right, I’m not.”
“But you are stubborn, and cute, and charismatic, and handsome.” Jae admitted with a little shiver as Yunho’s arms quickly formed a cage around him, pressing him back into the mirrored wall they’d all been practicing in front of mere moments ago.
“Trying to get back into your Leader’s good graces?” Yunho narrowed his eyes and growled.
Dark, doe eyes opened widely, framed by a delicate fan of black-silk lashes. Pale skin blushed a faint red along prominent cheekbones, and full lips parted just enough to be even more tempting than was probably legal. “And if I am?”
“Keep talking.” Yunho purred, drifting closer until their bodies met and the lead singer shivered again. “I’m listening.”
“I’m not the best at talking.” Jaejoong admitted shyly.
“Aish.” Changmin muttered across the room. “After me then, I guess... Hyungs, I’m going!”
“Wait, wait, Minnie-ah!” Yoochun grinned, detaching himself from a now dazed-looking Junsu. “We’re going, we’re going.”
“You two, maybe.” Changmin sniffed, tossing his towel over his shoulder and glancing back at the eldest pair. “They… well…”
“Come on, Susu.” Yoochun crooned, catching his lover’s hand and tangling their fingers. “Let’s go outside with Minnie, let our parent’s sort out their differences.”
*
“Are you just going to stand there and tease me?” Jae whispered, lashes lowered into an expression just-shy of ‘bedroom eyes’, though it was close enough to entrance his lover.
“Maybe.” Yunho murmured, tilting his head just enough to make easier a kiss that still hadn’t come. “Are you just going to stand there and let me?”
“You are all kinds of unfair, Jung Yunho.” The lead singer sulked with a fierce narrowing of his eyes and a tightening of his lips that strongly bespoke of irritation.
“I’m a Leader, of course I’m fair.” Yunho argued, his countenance shifting to honest charm as his eyes widened in a parody of wounded innocence and his mouth sank in a frown. “How could you say otherwise?”
Jae’s eyes were wide, wariness lurking somewhere in their depths as he pushed sweat-soaked strands of caramelized-honey bangs back out of his face. They were all due for home, showers and sleep, and maybe food in there somewhere. But that didn’t stop the leader from wanting his boyfriend.
And it certainly didn’t stop him from teasing his boyfriend.
“Jaaaaaeee.” Yunho murmured.
“Whaaaaat?” Jae huffed, shoulders sinking as he gave in. “Aish, you cheat, what do you want, Yunnie?”
“A kiss to apologize for calling me unfair.” The leader smirked. “That’s fair punishment, isn’t it?”
“You are unfair.” Jae muttered, brushing a quick kiss over his mouth and sliding under his arms and away. “There.”
“That wasn’t a real kiss.” Yunho retorted as he spun after the older male and stalked him across the dance studio to the door.
“You aren’t really fair, and I’m not really sorry.” Jae replied with a smirk from the doorway, winking over his shoulder. “So it’s even.”
“I disagree.” Yunho grumbled, following him into the smaller office-room that they had left their jackets in.
Jae didn’t bother to look over his shoulder, focused on gathering his belongings off the table as he snorted in soft amusement. “Of course you do, I’m not surprised. It doesn’t change anything.”
“And if I say it does?” Yunho murmured. Wrapping his arms around Jae’s stomach and waist, he pulled the other male firmly into his body and made all attempts to completely wrap himself around the fey singer. “What then?”
Jae shivered, lashes drifting closed as he was gently pulled straight and coaxed back against his lover’s chest. Yunho’s chin brushed and then settled on his shoulder, resting on the skin bared by the sliding of the wide-neck of his shirt. One palm curled around his hip, fingers firmly wrapped around and tucked under his shirt to stroke the skin. Yunho’s other arm wrapped across his chest, under one arm but fingertips lightly stroking the other now that Jae had straightened.
Without any real pressure he stole another half-step backwards, pressing himself firmly against the muscled body that was so close to him. Yunho’s warmth instantly seeped through their sweat-dampened clothing, making him sigh faintly as it warded away the chill up his spine from the air conditioning. Softly-smiling lips brushed against his ear, the curve of his jaw, and then down the line of his throat, back to the bared junction of his neck and shoulder.
Jaejoong shivered when Yunho exhaled over that place, warm breath sliding up his neck to tickle his sensitive ear. He knew Yunho had done it on purpose, it was well known what someone blowing in his ear did to him.
“Cheater.” His voice was strained and soft, but didn’t break. Jae closed his eyes and held onto what strips of resolve he had left, though they disappeared as Yunho’s low rumble of amusement skittered over his skin and nerves.
“How am I cheating?” Yunho challenged, his tone lazy with the assurance he had already won. His tongue darted out to trace Jaejoong’s ear on the heels of the question.
Jae trembled in his arms, lashes drifting shut as his head tilted, mutely encouraging more of the caresses even as they weakened what little resolve he had left. One hand rose, gripping Yunho’s wrist and pressing the captive limb more firmly against his stomach. “It would be easier if you asked… what wasn’t cheating.”
Yunho smirked at the softly panted words, nipping at his lover’s throat in playful chastisement. It wasn’t enough to leave a bruise; he’d save those for later. They finally had some time off, and he had everything planned on how they would spend it. But he wasn’t going to tell Jae about that just yet.
“If this is cheating, I’m never playing ‘fair’ again.” Yunho murmured, grinning as his hands slid under Jae’s shirt and stroked up his leanly muscled abdomen. He loved the smooth stretch of Jae’s body, and couldn’t wait to lavish attention on it when they returned home.
“Yunnie.” Jaejoong’s pleading croon echoed in his ear sooner than expected, the honey-haired male resting his head against his lover’s shoulder and arching into the hands that slid teasingly from his waist up to stroke his nipples and then teasingly trail away again. “Please, Yunnie, please…”
“Please what, baby?” Yunho murmured, smiling faintly as Jae shivered in his grip. “Talk to me.”
“Can’t.” Jae hissed as knowing fingertips caught his nipple and tugged gently, the other hand stroking over the silver bar that pierced his navel.
Yunho tsked, tugging again at the captured nub as he flattened his palm over Jae’s stomach and pressed the other male gently against his body. It was no surprise that he was aroused, wrapped around Jaejoong’s body and teasing like he was, there was hardly a chance to escape the effect that the older male had on him.
Jae keened softly, the sound purring in his throat as he arched and shivered, momentarily pliant and submissive. It probably wouldn’t last too long, Jae had his own demands, but there were the occasional moments he completely gave in and just felt as Yunho directed.
A pity they were in the middle of the SM building and couldn’t enjoy the encounter as thoroughly. “Can’t think or can’t talk, baby? Or just can’t say what you want because of where we are?”
Jae twisted his head enough to steal a kiss, having little care where they were at the moment. All that mattered to him was the body pressed against him, the hands on his skin, and the mouth against his. He smiled faintly as Yunho’s hands slid over his skin in appreciative strokes, shifting his hips in mute request. The grip loosened enough to let him spin to face his leader and lover, promptly twining his arms around Yunho’s neck and deepening the kiss.
“Jae.” Yunho sighed when they parted for breath, and then lunged for his lover’s mouth before another word could be said or a thought be finished.
Not bothering to break away from the kiss, the older male hummed questioningly as he tangled his fingers into his lover’s hair. His smile widened as Yunho pressed him more insistently against the table, then disappeared with a muttered oath as a ringing cell phone attracted their attention. Yunho jerked back with a growl, glaring at Jaejoong’s insistently chiming phone.
“Hyuuuuuuuuung!” Changmin whined pathetically through the speaker before Jae had a chance to say ‘hello’.
“We’re on our way.” Jae sighed, smiling as he lifted one hand to brush Yunho’s bangs back. “I promise, Minnie.”
“Fine.” The young man whined again, and hung up.
“Your son is calling.” Jaejoong’s grin widened as Yunho offered him a jacket along with an insulted look.
“He’s not mine.” Yunho replied. “Yours maybe, but I’m disowning him as soon as we get out to the van.”
“You’re just mad he interrupted our conversation.” Jae rolled his eyes as he slid his arms into the sleeves of the jacket and then Yunho tugged him around to zip it shut.
“Something like that.” The Leader agreed in a low tone, hands lingering on the jacket as he pulled the other close for a kiss. “Now let’s go, before we start it up again.”
Jae shivered slightly in his jacket, eyes dark and expressive as Yunho slid into his own coat. “Later… At home.”
Yunho looked up from his buttons in time to catch Jae licking his lips, and smiled. “Maybe… If you’re good.”
“What did I tell you about not playing fair?”
“That I should do it when we have plenty of time to be alone.” Yunho caught him by the back of the neck, pulling him close for a quick kiss. As he withdrew, he lightly nipped Jae’s lower lip, startling the other into a gasp. “So let’s go home and feed the children so we can be alone.”
Jae’s agreement was interrupted as his phone began to ring again.
“HYUNG!!!!!”
***
“Jaejoong.”
…
“Jae…”
…
“Jaejoongie…” The third murmur of his name made him whine, burrowing his face deeper into his pillow. Correction, what was now his pillow, as from the scent of it said pillow had formerly belonged to Yunho. At least until ten or so minutes ago. He inhaled deeply and hummed, more than content to go right back to sleep again.
Yunho smiled, perching on the edge of the bed and sliding one hand into the silken strands of his lover’s hair. It was four-thirty in the morning, but their plane would be leaving in an hour and Jae was out of time. Already the cab was waiting to take them to the airport, packed with their suitcases. All that was left was to get Jae out of bed and dressed, since Yunho had been awake for the last hour getting everything ready.
“Baby, you need to get up and dress, remember?”
“No.” Jae muttered from the pillow. “I don’t…”
“Don’t remember or don’t need to?” Yunho teased, fingertips sliding down his neck to stroke his back. “Come on baby; remember I’m taking you somewhere? Just get up and dress for me, the cab is here and packed… We need to go.”
With a reluctant sound Jae withdrew from the pillow, shaking sleep-ruffled hair out of his face. “Go?”
Yunho leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “Come on, you can sleep on the plane… I’ll hold you and everything.”
Even though Jae was still half-asleep, his smile was one of the most beautiful things Yunho could imagine seeing. “Alright, alright. Ten minutes.”
“Thanks baby.”
***
A little over eleven hours later saw the pair pacing through the airport in Paris, and Yunho tried not to smile as he noticed how wide Jae’s eyes were behind his sunglasses. Though they were hardly needed as it was only a couple of hours until sunset, but it kept him from being recognized and was part of his standard airport apparel.
Passport and documents tucked in a small case and clutched in one hand, Jae dragged his suitcase through the terminal and tried not to gape. “You flew us to Paris.”
“Mhmm.” Yunho replied, glancing at his phone and smiling. “The car is already waiting for us out front.”
“I can’t believe you flew us to Paris…”
“We go to the hotel and relax, and then find a nice place to eat dinner.” Yunho grinned as they walked out the front door and he noticed the driver with a small sign for them. “Here, Boo.”
“What?” Jae snapped back to himself as the driver took their things and loaded them into the trunk of the sleek black car.
Yunho smiled and opened the door, nudging the honey-haired male slightly. “Get in, Boo.”
“What did you say?” Jae murmured as they slid into the car and Yunho closed the door after them.
“That we’d go to the hotel and relax for a bit before we went looking for dinner.” Yunho smiled, lifting one hand to curl a blond lock around his finger, most of them hidden by the black beanie Jaejoong wore. “Sound good?”
Jae eyed him with a faint smile over the top of his sunglasses, his sly expression making the younger male eye him nervously. “And if I said no?”
Yunho frowned slightly. “What, to dinner?”
“To a restaurant.” Jae shifted closer, his voice dropped to a purr.
“What do you suggest instead?” Yunho challenged softly, refusing to let his voice waver when Jaejoong dropped one hand to rest on his knee.
Jae leaned close enough to sigh over Yunho’s mouth, hand caressing his knee and then sliding up his thigh. “Room service.”
Yunho shivered, exhaling sharply as Jae withdrew to the other side of the car and resolutely gazed out the window for the drive. “Room service…”
Jae smiled. “Unless you want to get thrown out of a restaurant our first night in Paris, yes, room service.”
“What are you planning?”
The older male tossed him another glance over the rim of the sunglasses, mouth pulled into a wicked smile. “Nothing I will tell you about now. We have an audience, and it would spoil the surprise.”
“Surprise?”
“I owe you, don’t you think?”
Yunho shivered. The idea of a ‘grateful’ Jaejoong, and room service, was intriguing to say the least. “I guess.”
“Call our dongsaengs and tell them the plane landed safely… And that we’ll talk to them tomorrow.”
The leader had his phone out and was dialing the number before the words sank in. “Tomorrow!?”
Jaejoong glanced at him again and purred, his eyes gleaming golden in the late-afternoon sun. “Yes, tomorrow.”
Yunho shivered and hit the cancel button, sending a text instead.
To: StrangelyCharismatic
Message: We’re heading to the hotel… Jaejoong says we’ll talk to you tomorrow. ~Y
To: LeaderHo
Message: My SoulMate said that? Nice move, hyung. Enjoy Paris.
“What was that?” Junsu murmured with a lazy stretch.
Yoochun set the phone aside and smiled as the dark blue sheets slipped lower, baring more of his lover’s pale back while barely concealing his perfect ass. “Yunho said they’re safe and he’ll talk to us tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Junsu squeaked.
“Tomorrow.” Yoochun purred, pushing the sheets aside in favor of stroking bare skin. “We don’t have time to talk to them right now anyway.”
The dolphin shivered, tossing a playfully wicked smile over his shoulder at his lover. “We don’t?”
“No.” Yoochun growled. “We don’t.”
***
What do you think? Hope you enjoyed. Comment?
Pairing: YunJae (Yunho x Jaejoong)~ Mentions of YooSu (Yoochun x Junsu)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: Fluff, Travel, Romance, Smut, etc.
Rating: PG13
Warning (for fic overall): Possibly inaccurate mention of flight time/travel time/distance/details about timezones/cities etc, travel, multiple cities, strange tourist behaviors, etc. Sex, male x male, etc.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to my SoulMate rawrboysmode because this fic is all her fault. "Paris" got pushed back but here's a start lovely!
Disclaimer: THIS IS FAN FICTION. The next chapter will most likely be smut, but this chapter is fairly harmless. You have been warned. I don't own the DBSK boys, the cities they visit, or anything beyond the actual writing and some of the plotting. The rest of the plotting is Zef's fault. Blame her.
“Enough, that’s enough… Good work.” Yunho smiled, releasing everyone from practice with a ‘well-done’, a few quick bows and a faint smile as he clapped approvingly. Changmin was the first to be caught, the maknae being pulled into a hug by the leader and then released with a ruffle of his hair.
He accepted it with good grace, shouldering his hyung with a playful grimace and a sulky retort. “Yah! I’m not a kid anymore.”
“Our Minnie is grown up now.” Jaejoong scolded his leader with a playful flash of dark eyes, draping a companionable arm around Changmin’s shoulders as Yunho and Junsu exchanged affectionate shoulder-clasps. “You can’t treat him like that anymore.”
“He’s only grown up until he wants you to baby him, SoulMate.” Yoochun grinned as he leaned an elbow on Yunho’s shoulder as he less-than-subtly allied himself with the leader. “And then he’s your baby-Min again.”
Jaejoong sniffed haughtily, turning his nose up with a superior expression that was both arrogant and challenging. A hint of a smile tugged at his mouth. “You can be quite a baby when you feel like it, Park Yoochun, so don’t try and tell me otherwise.”
Eu-kyang-kyang! Junsu’s laugh rang across the room, the singer leaning against the wall and holding a water bottle in one hand as the other wiped at his face and neck with a towel. “Play nice, hyung.”
“He doesn’t have to.” Yunho grinned, shrugging Yoochun off and taking a challenging step toward the fey singer. “I don’t mind it rough, I can take it.”
One of Jaejoong’s eyebrows arched, his faint smile turning into a smirk as his eyes darkened in appreciation. “So sure of yourself, Jung Yunho.”
“I am the Leader for a reason.” Yunho’s smile was wide as he continued forward.
“There wasn’t much else to do with you.” Jaejoong teased as Changmin slipped away from his hyungs and Yoochun drifted over to Junsu, wrapping his arms around the still-giggling dolphin. “You’re not as tall and stubborn as Changmin, as bubbly and cute as Junsu, as greasy and charismatic as Chunnie-”
“Thanks, SoulMate.” Yoochun muttered sarcastically, not lifting his lips from their place on Junsu’s throat, but still making the phrase heard.
“You’re just proving his point.” Junsu murmured, shivering at the nip he received for his two-cents.
“Hush, Suyah.” Yoochun playfully admonished, though the dolphin had little care for words when he could just steal sips at Yoochun’s skin instead. Abandoning the debate of their elders, YooSu quickly lost themselves to playful kisses and low murmurs amongst themselves.
“Or as beautiful as you?” Yunho laughed, hand snapping out to catch Jae’s wrist and drag the older male back to him as he tried to escape. “You’re right, I’m not.”
“But you are stubborn, and cute, and charismatic, and handsome.” Jae admitted with a little shiver as Yunho’s arms quickly formed a cage around him, pressing him back into the mirrored wall they’d all been practicing in front of mere moments ago.
“Trying to get back into your Leader’s good graces?” Yunho narrowed his eyes and growled.
Dark, doe eyes opened widely, framed by a delicate fan of black-silk lashes. Pale skin blushed a faint red along prominent cheekbones, and full lips parted just enough to be even more tempting than was probably legal. “And if I am?”
“Keep talking.” Yunho purred, drifting closer until their bodies met and the lead singer shivered again. “I’m listening.”
“I’m not the best at talking.” Jaejoong admitted shyly.
“Aish.” Changmin muttered across the room. “After me then, I guess... Hyungs, I’m going!”
“Wait, wait, Minnie-ah!” Yoochun grinned, detaching himself from a now dazed-looking Junsu. “We’re going, we’re going.”
“You two, maybe.” Changmin sniffed, tossing his towel over his shoulder and glancing back at the eldest pair. “They… well…”
“Come on, Susu.” Yoochun crooned, catching his lover’s hand and tangling their fingers. “Let’s go outside with Minnie, let our parent’s sort out their differences.”
*
“Are you just going to stand there and tease me?” Jae whispered, lashes lowered into an expression just-shy of ‘bedroom eyes’, though it was close enough to entrance his lover.
“Maybe.” Yunho murmured, tilting his head just enough to make easier a kiss that still hadn’t come. “Are you just going to stand there and let me?”
“You are all kinds of unfair, Jung Yunho.” The lead singer sulked with a fierce narrowing of his eyes and a tightening of his lips that strongly bespoke of irritation.
“I’m a Leader, of course I’m fair.” Yunho argued, his countenance shifting to honest charm as his eyes widened in a parody of wounded innocence and his mouth sank in a frown. “How could you say otherwise?”
Jae’s eyes were wide, wariness lurking somewhere in their depths as he pushed sweat-soaked strands of caramelized-honey bangs back out of his face. They were all due for home, showers and sleep, and maybe food in there somewhere. But that didn’t stop the leader from wanting his boyfriend.
And it certainly didn’t stop him from teasing his boyfriend.
“Jaaaaaeee.” Yunho murmured.
“Whaaaaat?” Jae huffed, shoulders sinking as he gave in. “Aish, you cheat, what do you want, Yunnie?”
“A kiss to apologize for calling me unfair.” The leader smirked. “That’s fair punishment, isn’t it?”
“You are unfair.” Jae muttered, brushing a quick kiss over his mouth and sliding under his arms and away. “There.”
“That wasn’t a real kiss.” Yunho retorted as he spun after the older male and stalked him across the dance studio to the door.
“You aren’t really fair, and I’m not really sorry.” Jae replied with a smirk from the doorway, winking over his shoulder. “So it’s even.”
“I disagree.” Yunho grumbled, following him into the smaller office-room that they had left their jackets in.
Jae didn’t bother to look over his shoulder, focused on gathering his belongings off the table as he snorted in soft amusement. “Of course you do, I’m not surprised. It doesn’t change anything.”
“And if I say it does?” Yunho murmured. Wrapping his arms around Jae’s stomach and waist, he pulled the other male firmly into his body and made all attempts to completely wrap himself around the fey singer. “What then?”
Jae shivered, lashes drifting closed as he was gently pulled straight and coaxed back against his lover’s chest. Yunho’s chin brushed and then settled on his shoulder, resting on the skin bared by the sliding of the wide-neck of his shirt. One palm curled around his hip, fingers firmly wrapped around and tucked under his shirt to stroke the skin. Yunho’s other arm wrapped across his chest, under one arm but fingertips lightly stroking the other now that Jae had straightened.
Without any real pressure he stole another half-step backwards, pressing himself firmly against the muscled body that was so close to him. Yunho’s warmth instantly seeped through their sweat-dampened clothing, making him sigh faintly as it warded away the chill up his spine from the air conditioning. Softly-smiling lips brushed against his ear, the curve of his jaw, and then down the line of his throat, back to the bared junction of his neck and shoulder.
Jaejoong shivered when Yunho exhaled over that place, warm breath sliding up his neck to tickle his sensitive ear. He knew Yunho had done it on purpose, it was well known what someone blowing in his ear did to him.
“Cheater.” His voice was strained and soft, but didn’t break. Jae closed his eyes and held onto what strips of resolve he had left, though they disappeared as Yunho’s low rumble of amusement skittered over his skin and nerves.
“How am I cheating?” Yunho challenged, his tone lazy with the assurance he had already won. His tongue darted out to trace Jaejoong’s ear on the heels of the question.
Jae trembled in his arms, lashes drifting shut as his head tilted, mutely encouraging more of the caresses even as they weakened what little resolve he had left. One hand rose, gripping Yunho’s wrist and pressing the captive limb more firmly against his stomach. “It would be easier if you asked… what wasn’t cheating.”
Yunho smirked at the softly panted words, nipping at his lover’s throat in playful chastisement. It wasn’t enough to leave a bruise; he’d save those for later. They finally had some time off, and he had everything planned on how they would spend it. But he wasn’t going to tell Jae about that just yet.
“If this is cheating, I’m never playing ‘fair’ again.” Yunho murmured, grinning as his hands slid under Jae’s shirt and stroked up his leanly muscled abdomen. He loved the smooth stretch of Jae’s body, and couldn’t wait to lavish attention on it when they returned home.
“Yunnie.” Jaejoong’s pleading croon echoed in his ear sooner than expected, the honey-haired male resting his head against his lover’s shoulder and arching into the hands that slid teasingly from his waist up to stroke his nipples and then teasingly trail away again. “Please, Yunnie, please…”
“Please what, baby?” Yunho murmured, smiling faintly as Jae shivered in his grip. “Talk to me.”
“Can’t.” Jae hissed as knowing fingertips caught his nipple and tugged gently, the other hand stroking over the silver bar that pierced his navel.
Yunho tsked, tugging again at the captured nub as he flattened his palm over Jae’s stomach and pressed the other male gently against his body. It was no surprise that he was aroused, wrapped around Jaejoong’s body and teasing like he was, there was hardly a chance to escape the effect that the older male had on him.
Jae keened softly, the sound purring in his throat as he arched and shivered, momentarily pliant and submissive. It probably wouldn’t last too long, Jae had his own demands, but there were the occasional moments he completely gave in and just felt as Yunho directed.
A pity they were in the middle of the SM building and couldn’t enjoy the encounter as thoroughly. “Can’t think or can’t talk, baby? Or just can’t say what you want because of where we are?”
Jae twisted his head enough to steal a kiss, having little care where they were at the moment. All that mattered to him was the body pressed against him, the hands on his skin, and the mouth against his. He smiled faintly as Yunho’s hands slid over his skin in appreciative strokes, shifting his hips in mute request. The grip loosened enough to let him spin to face his leader and lover, promptly twining his arms around Yunho’s neck and deepening the kiss.
“Jae.” Yunho sighed when they parted for breath, and then lunged for his lover’s mouth before another word could be said or a thought be finished.
Not bothering to break away from the kiss, the older male hummed questioningly as he tangled his fingers into his lover’s hair. His smile widened as Yunho pressed him more insistently against the table, then disappeared with a muttered oath as a ringing cell phone attracted their attention. Yunho jerked back with a growl, glaring at Jaejoong’s insistently chiming phone.
“Hyuuuuuuuuung!” Changmin whined pathetically through the speaker before Jae had a chance to say ‘hello’.
“We’re on our way.” Jae sighed, smiling as he lifted one hand to brush Yunho’s bangs back. “I promise, Minnie.”
“Fine.” The young man whined again, and hung up.
“Your son is calling.” Jaejoong’s grin widened as Yunho offered him a jacket along with an insulted look.
“He’s not mine.” Yunho replied. “Yours maybe, but I’m disowning him as soon as we get out to the van.”
“You’re just mad he interrupted our conversation.” Jae rolled his eyes as he slid his arms into the sleeves of the jacket and then Yunho tugged him around to zip it shut.
“Something like that.” The Leader agreed in a low tone, hands lingering on the jacket as he pulled the other close for a kiss. “Now let’s go, before we start it up again.”
Jae shivered slightly in his jacket, eyes dark and expressive as Yunho slid into his own coat. “Later… At home.”
Yunho looked up from his buttons in time to catch Jae licking his lips, and smiled. “Maybe… If you’re good.”
“What did I tell you about not playing fair?”
“That I should do it when we have plenty of time to be alone.” Yunho caught him by the back of the neck, pulling him close for a quick kiss. As he withdrew, he lightly nipped Jae’s lower lip, startling the other into a gasp. “So let’s go home and feed the children so we can be alone.”
Jae’s agreement was interrupted as his phone began to ring again.
“HYUNG!!!!!”
***
“Jaejoong.”
…
“Jae…”
…
“Jaejoongie…” The third murmur of his name made him whine, burrowing his face deeper into his pillow. Correction, what was now his pillow, as from the scent of it said pillow had formerly belonged to Yunho. At least until ten or so minutes ago. He inhaled deeply and hummed, more than content to go right back to sleep again.
Yunho smiled, perching on the edge of the bed and sliding one hand into the silken strands of his lover’s hair. It was four-thirty in the morning, but their plane would be leaving in an hour and Jae was out of time. Already the cab was waiting to take them to the airport, packed with their suitcases. All that was left was to get Jae out of bed and dressed, since Yunho had been awake for the last hour getting everything ready.
“Baby, you need to get up and dress, remember?”
“No.” Jae muttered from the pillow. “I don’t…”
“Don’t remember or don’t need to?” Yunho teased, fingertips sliding down his neck to stroke his back. “Come on baby; remember I’m taking you somewhere? Just get up and dress for me, the cab is here and packed… We need to go.”
With a reluctant sound Jae withdrew from the pillow, shaking sleep-ruffled hair out of his face. “Go?”
Yunho leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “Come on, you can sleep on the plane… I’ll hold you and everything.”
Even though Jae was still half-asleep, his smile was one of the most beautiful things Yunho could imagine seeing. “Alright, alright. Ten minutes.”
“Thanks baby.”
***
A little over eleven hours later saw the pair pacing through the airport in Paris, and Yunho tried not to smile as he noticed how wide Jae’s eyes were behind his sunglasses. Though they were hardly needed as it was only a couple of hours until sunset, but it kept him from being recognized and was part of his standard airport apparel.
Passport and documents tucked in a small case and clutched in one hand, Jae dragged his suitcase through the terminal and tried not to gape. “You flew us to Paris.”
“Mhmm.” Yunho replied, glancing at his phone and smiling. “The car is already waiting for us out front.”
“I can’t believe you flew us to Paris…”
“We go to the hotel and relax, and then find a nice place to eat dinner.” Yunho grinned as they walked out the front door and he noticed the driver with a small sign for them. “Here, Boo.”
“What?” Jae snapped back to himself as the driver took their things and loaded them into the trunk of the sleek black car.
Yunho smiled and opened the door, nudging the honey-haired male slightly. “Get in, Boo.”
“What did you say?” Jae murmured as they slid into the car and Yunho closed the door after them.
“That we’d go to the hotel and relax for a bit before we went looking for dinner.” Yunho smiled, lifting one hand to curl a blond lock around his finger, most of them hidden by the black beanie Jaejoong wore. “Sound good?”
Jae eyed him with a faint smile over the top of his sunglasses, his sly expression making the younger male eye him nervously. “And if I said no?”
Yunho frowned slightly. “What, to dinner?”
“To a restaurant.” Jae shifted closer, his voice dropped to a purr.
“What do you suggest instead?” Yunho challenged softly, refusing to let his voice waver when Jaejoong dropped one hand to rest on his knee.
Jae leaned close enough to sigh over Yunho’s mouth, hand caressing his knee and then sliding up his thigh. “Room service.”
Yunho shivered, exhaling sharply as Jae withdrew to the other side of the car and resolutely gazed out the window for the drive. “Room service…”
Jae smiled. “Unless you want to get thrown out of a restaurant our first night in Paris, yes, room service.”
“What are you planning?”
The older male tossed him another glance over the rim of the sunglasses, mouth pulled into a wicked smile. “Nothing I will tell you about now. We have an audience, and it would spoil the surprise.”
“Surprise?”
“I owe you, don’t you think?”
Yunho shivered. The idea of a ‘grateful’ Jaejoong, and room service, was intriguing to say the least. “I guess.”
“Call our dongsaengs and tell them the plane landed safely… And that we’ll talk to them tomorrow.”
The leader had his phone out and was dialing the number before the words sank in. “Tomorrow!?”
Jaejoong glanced at him again and purred, his eyes gleaming golden in the late-afternoon sun. “Yes, tomorrow.”
Yunho shivered and hit the cancel button, sending a text instead.
To: StrangelyCharismatic
Message: We’re heading to the hotel… Jaejoong says we’ll talk to you tomorrow. ~Y
To: LeaderHo
Message: My SoulMate said that? Nice move, hyung. Enjoy Paris.
“What was that?” Junsu murmured with a lazy stretch.
Yoochun set the phone aside and smiled as the dark blue sheets slipped lower, baring more of his lover’s pale back while barely concealing his perfect ass. “Yunho said they’re safe and he’ll talk to us tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Junsu squeaked.
“Tomorrow.” Yoochun purred, pushing the sheets aside in favor of stroking bare skin. “We don’t have time to talk to them right now anyway.”
The dolphin shivered, tossing a playfully wicked smile over his shoulder at his lover. “We don’t?”
“No.” Yoochun growled. “We don’t.”
***
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