The Baker's Son
*****
Dinner was a cheerful affair, with plates clinking in harmony with conversations. Jaejoong’s parents talked nonstop, making up for the slightly uncomfortable silence that attempted to rear it’s ugly head throughout the evening. Junsu found himself smiling in spite of the anxious feeling that still hid somewhere deep down. He blushed in embarrassment every time Jaejoong’s mother grumbled over how little he’s eating. She continuously spooned portion after portion onto his plate, sneaking in affectionate pats here and there.
Jaejoong looked on, vexation slowly disappearing bit by bit as Junsu chimed in the conversation every once in awhile. He wanted to be closer, close enough that their knees would brush and he would be able to hold his hand in his lap.
“So how’s the bakery?”
“Good,” Jaejoong answered nodding his head.
“How would you know? The last time I talked to you, you already started taking days off.” He turned away, unable to face his pouting son without chuckling. “How’s the bakery, Junsu?” His wife winked at him in approval.
“Good.” Junsu smiled nervously realizing they were expecting more in his answer. “It uh…It seems like a busy season. Wedding season…I mean.”
“Oh you’re right, Junsu!” She patted his cheek in agreement. “ Some of the boys Jaejoong grew up with are getting married one after another. We should tell them to order the cake from your bakery.” She clapped her hands with excitement at being able to bring in more potential customers.
“Its my bakery too, mom.” The talk of weddings was making him squirm in his seat. His mother had an expectant look on her face.
Weddings. Love. Jaejoong. Junsu. She wanted to hear it out of Jaejoong’s own mouth. What was Junsu to him.
“Do you bake anything?” She enjoyed seeing her son flustered.
“I…well….”
She tapped the table with her fingers and her husband attempted to hide his amusement behind the napkin
He sighed in defeat. “No.”
“He…he helps…with mixing the dough,” Junsu assured them, glancing at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong had never wanted to hold the boy in front of him so much, fingers itching to waltz all over and run through his hair.
“And…he cleans too. He’s a very good dish washer.” Junsu beamed innocently and took the last bite of lasagna on his plate.
They all laughed wholeheartedly and Junsu quietly smiled to himself.
*****
Jaejoong felt as if dinner ended all too soon. He had forgotten how his parents were supportive of everything he decided to do, and he found himself missing having a meal with them as a family.
“Let Jaejoong clean up. Don’t you bother lifting a finger.” She kissed Junsu on the doorstep on her way out. Her husband strolled out with a rather large Tupperware of Junsu’s stew and she shook her head. He shook Junsu’s hand and ruffled his hair for the umpteenth time that evening.
“We’ll come again soon!” They pulled out of the driveway, slowly making there way from the house as Jaejoong’s mother yelled out the window.
Closing the door behind them, Jaejoong pinned the smaller man against the wall, swooping in for a much needed kiss. Junsu reciprocated just as ardently; arms automatically around Jaejoong’s neck and quiet breath asking for more more more.
“I still have to clean,” Jaejoong whispered warmly. “Since I’m the champion dish washer.”
“Yes.” He licked the birthmark on Jaejoong’s neck. “Yes you are.”
“I’d rather slave over something else…” His hands slid lower, massaging his lover’s plump backside.
“Do you think they know?” Junsu’s mind slowly flustered. He needed to talk it over, to figure out where everything stands, but the lips on his neck were demanding his attention.
“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” He leisurely sucked on the soft skin behind Junsu’s ear. “We need to shower.”
Jaejoong lead them to the bathroom, door shut with a loud click.
Dinner was a cheerful affair, with plates clinking in harmony with conversations. Jaejoong’s parents talked nonstop, making up for the slightly uncomfortable silence that attempted to rear it’s ugly head throughout the evening. Junsu found himself smiling in spite of the anxious feeling that still hid somewhere deep down. He blushed in embarrassment every time Jaejoong’s mother grumbled over how little he’s eating. She continuously spooned portion after portion onto his plate, sneaking in affectionate pats here and there.
Jaejoong looked on, vexation slowly disappearing bit by bit as Junsu chimed in the conversation every once in awhile. He wanted to be closer, close enough that their knees would brush and he would be able to hold his hand in his lap.
“So how’s the bakery?”
“Good,” Jaejoong answered nodding his head.
“How would you know? The last time I talked to you, you already started taking days off.” He turned away, unable to face his pouting son without chuckling. “How’s the bakery, Junsu?” His wife winked at him in approval.
“Good.” Junsu smiled nervously realizing they were expecting more in his answer. “It uh…It seems like a busy season. Wedding season…I mean.”
“Oh you’re right, Junsu!” She patted his cheek in agreement. “ Some of the boys Jaejoong grew up with are getting married one after another. We should tell them to order the cake from your bakery.” She clapped her hands with excitement at being able to bring in more potential customers.
“Its my bakery too, mom.” The talk of weddings was making him squirm in his seat. His mother had an expectant look on her face.
Weddings. Love. Jaejoong. Junsu. She wanted to hear it out of Jaejoong’s own mouth. What was Junsu to him.
“Do you bake anything?” She enjoyed seeing her son flustered.
“I…well….”
She tapped the table with her fingers and her husband attempted to hide his amusement behind the napkin
He sighed in defeat. “No.”
“He…he helps…with mixing the dough,” Junsu assured them, glancing at Jaejoong.
Jaejoong had never wanted to hold the boy in front of him so much, fingers itching to waltz all over and run through his hair.
“And…he cleans too. He’s a very good dish washer.” Junsu beamed innocently and took the last bite of lasagna on his plate.
They all laughed wholeheartedly and Junsu quietly smiled to himself.
*****
Jaejoong felt as if dinner ended all too soon. He had forgotten how his parents were supportive of everything he decided to do, and he found himself missing having a meal with them as a family.
“Let Jaejoong clean up. Don’t you bother lifting a finger.” She kissed Junsu on the doorstep on her way out. Her husband strolled out with a rather large Tupperware of Junsu’s stew and she shook her head. He shook Junsu’s hand and ruffled his hair for the umpteenth time that evening.
“We’ll come again soon!” They pulled out of the driveway, slowly making there way from the house as Jaejoong’s mother yelled out the window.
Closing the door behind them, Jaejoong pinned the smaller man against the wall, swooping in for a much needed kiss. Junsu reciprocated just as ardently; arms automatically around Jaejoong’s neck and quiet breath asking for more more more.
“I still have to clean,” Jaejoong whispered warmly. “Since I’m the champion dish washer.”
“Yes.” He licked the birthmark on Jaejoong’s neck. “Yes you are.”
“I’d rather slave over something else…” His hands slid lower, massaging his lover’s plump backside.
“Do you think they know?” Junsu’s mind slowly flustered. He needed to talk it over, to figure out where everything stands, but the lips on his neck were demanding his attention.
“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” He leisurely sucked on the soft skin behind Junsu’s ear. “We need to shower.”
Jaejoong lead them to the bathroom, door shut with a loud click.