Shared Room

[dokssuri]

Title: Shared Room
Length: One-shot
Pairing: ChunJae
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yoochun enters his hotel room and finds someone sleeping on his bed.



A/N: I know I’m supposed to work on other fics (I am :D) but I stayed at a hotel last night and the family dinner had been boring and I couldn’t sleep so I found a comfy chair and wrote this at 1 am.
I know it's rushed. fail fic fails. *works on nice things*

Yoochun emptied his glass, barely even noticing the slight burn the big gulp of strong alcohol left in his throat, and almost slammed it down on the bar.

This had been a long, boring day.

He knew that he’d failed to get drunk when he managed to open the door of his hotel room in one try.

He wanted to use his key card to activate the light switches, and saw that there was a card there already.

He stared at it and tried a switch. A bright light immediately sprung to life directly above his head.

Yoochun shook his head. Mistake of the hotel.

He took off his jacket and loosened his tie. His suitcase stood right next to the door.

He contemplated just dropping down on the bed and sleeping, but then something seemed off in the corner of his eye and the turned towards it.

On a wooden desk against the wall stood a tray with an electric water boiler, a cup and sachets of coffee, tea and hot chocolate.

The thing that had caught his attention was another cup, a used one, on the desk. Someone had drunk hot chocolate from it.

Had this room not been cleaned at all?

Yoochun felt his irritation grow and opened the bathroom door, expecting to find used towels.

The towels were clean, but he was going to get compensation for this. He might not be the richest guest in this hotel and this definitely wasn’t the most luxurious room, but he did pay for it expecting more than it seemed to be.

He checked his watch. Past midnight. The tiredness of his body immediately announced its presence again an he sighed.

After a heated mental debate he decided sleep was more important right now. His company was doing great but it was still very young and he couldn’t afford to fall asleep during meetings.

He’d deal with this in the morning. But he’d at least make sure that the bed was clean.

He took off his tie while walking towards it.

This part of the room was still dark, but he could clearly distinguish the grey shape of a double bed with white covers.

His hand froze before it reached the light switch. Did he hear something?

He almost had a heart attack when there was definitely another sound, especially because it was accompanied by a small movement on the bed.

There was someone here.

Okay, whoever managed this hotel was going to lose their job very soon.

Maybe he should have just left the room and yelled at the unlucky souls working night shifts in this place. But why would he have to do that while the other person got to sleep on like nothing ever happened?

This was just as much their problem.

Yoochun switched on the lights next to the bed.

Maybe he’d expected some fat ugly businessman. Someone he’d have fun yelling at for no reason, to let out some of his frustration.

The sight that met him however, was quite the opposite and immediately made him forgot he’d even been irritated in the first place.

The man on the bed was young, around twenty he guessed, and positively gorgeous, hot and cute at the same time.

His flawless pale skin and silky raven hair were probably the first things Yoochun noticed. His pouty lips were a close second, but then there were also his thin waist and muscled thighs, partly hidden by blankets, pyjama pants and a thin shirt that was completely unbuttoned but covered all of his arms.

This beautiful body was splayed out on the bed, taking up space on both sides.

It looked very... inviting. Yoochun unconsciously licked his lips.

The man let out a soft moan and frowned in his sleep. He turned his head away from the closest light.

Yoochun wasn’t sure if he wanted him to wake up yet, but the frown deepened and the eyes under it fluttered open.

The man blinked a few times and looked up at the ceiling before his eyes shot to Yoochun.

There was huge shock in them and Yoochun almost gasped at how big and beautiful they were.

The man on the bed shot up and moved back until he hit the headboard, pretty hard. His wince didn’t beat his absolutely terrified expression. His mouth opened and closed once. His eyes stayed wide.

Yoochun understood that it had to be a shock to wake up in a hotel room to a stranger standing next to your bed.

“Hi”, he said. The man pressed back against the headboard.

“I’m Park Yoochun, and I’m not going to hurt you, but you’re in my bed.”

The man’s face relaxed a tiny bit. His body stayed tense. “I-I’m sorry”, he stuttered. “I’ll.. I’ll leave.”

He started to get off the bed, head lowered like he was afraid to look up.

Yoochun, raising a hand, said: “No. It’s okay”, and immediately wondered why.

It wasn’t okay. He didn’t want to share his room with a stranger, especially if that room had only one bed.

But this stranger... his big innocent eyes and perfect body... Yoochun wasn’t done looking at him.

He sighed. “I’m tired and I assume you are too.”

The man let out the cutest yawn and Yoochun caught a glimpse of his pink tongue before he clasped a hand over his mouth and turned his head away.

“If this makes you uncomfortable you can leave and get another room, but I’m just going to sleep.”

He caught himself hoping the man would stay, although he probably wouldn’t if he’d recognise the lust in Yoochun’s eyes.

Apparently he didn’t.

“O-okay.” His delicious lips formed a small smile, he was visibly still getting over the shock, but it took Yoochun’s breath away.

“I’ll go change” he said. He figured he’d go to the bathroom for that, keeping up the pretence that he didn’t just want to press his hard naked body against the other’s.

The man on the bed nodded and Yoochun spun around, but then turned back again. “What’s your name?”

“Ah! I-I’m sorry.” The man clumsily bowed while sitting on the bed. “I’m Kim Jaejoong.”

As he got ready for bed Yoochun wondered how to make a move on someone already sleeping right next to him.

He was popular, somewhat known for his impressive record of one-night stands, only beaten by his friend Yunho who was nicknamed Maneater.

He knew how to flirt people into bed with him, with or without getting them drunk first. But this was something he’d never dealt with before.

He couldn’t just start touching him. That would count as rape, wouldn’t it? He had no idea who Kim Jaejoong was. He could be raping the son of an important business partner.

With no solid plan he stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but boxers, and walked back to the bed.

Jaejoong had fallen asleep again.

It was a disappointment, but at the same time an opportunity to check him out more. Which he did, lying on his side, head on his hand.

Jaejoong’s chest rose and fell with his calm breathing and Yoochun wanted to close his mouth around his one visible nipple and watch his body react.

When he felt himself drift off he reluctantly switched off the lights.

Yoochun woke up with a warm body wrapped around his own. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes, noticing that the curtains hadn’t been closed properly. The bed was showered in dim morning light.

He turned his head. His chin brushed over Jaejoong’s hair. It smelled fruity.

But he was much more interested in the hardness pressed against his hip.

Jaejoong shifted a bit, tightening his arm around Yoochun’s waist and moving the leg draped over Yoochun’s thighs. He moaned softly in his sleep at the friction that created on his erection.

Yoochun was instantly hard.

He moved his head back and looked down. Jaejoong really seemed to be asleep. His clingyness was cute, but combined with a morning erection it was just very, very hot.

Yoochun decided to see this as an invitation. It was impossible to keep his hands from wandering now anyway.

When he moved his hands he noticed that one of them was already on Jaejoong’s thigh. He slid it up, cursing the fabric that formed a barrier between his fingers and warm undoubtedly soft skin.

Jaejoong moaned again.

Yoochun freed his arms, pushed Jaejoong onto his back, and shoved a hand into his pyjama pants. Jaejoong woke up but didn’t open his eyes yet as he squeezed them more shut and bucked into Yoochun’s hand, mouth falling open.

As soon as he did open them the shock was there though.

“You pressed this against me, I thought you wanted me to take care of it”, Yoochun said. He kept his fingers wrapped around Jaejoong’s heavy erection.

If possible Jaejoong’s eyes widened even more. “I’m sorry!” Yoochun twisted his hand. “Ah! Yoo-Yoochun-ssi!”

“Shhh”, Yoochun leaned down to lick along Jaejoong’s bottom lip. “Don’t tell me you don’t want me to. I see you even remember my name.”

Jaejoong shivered, but he stopped protesting.

Yoochun smiled. “Good. Because I really want to fuck you into this bed right now.”

To his pleasant surprise Jaejoong didn’t get scared again but instead moaned deeply and arched into him.

Yoochun pushed the pyjama pants down, along with the boxers under them, because they annoyed him. Jaejoong whined when his cock came in contact with the cool air.

Yoochun stopped for a moment to take in the sight beneath him. Jaejoong’s white thighs half exposed, his leaking cock against his stomach, his chest moving quickly with his panting, his pretty lips parted and his pink tongue coming out to wet them.

He moaned and leaned down to capture that tongue with his own, suck it into his mouth and to explore Jaejoong’s. He tasted sweet.

Jaejoong’s hands came up and clawed at his naked back. He bucked his hips up, obviously asking for more friction.

Yoochun grabbed those hips and pulled them closer as he thrust down, this time cursing his own boxers but still moaning when their bodies met and ground against each other.

Jaejoong’s body shook in his hold and Yoochun smirked.

“Are you going to come soon? Already?” he asked while he leaned down and closed his mouth around a nipple just like he’d wanted to do a few hours ago.

Jaejoong cried out and moved his hands up to Yoochun’s hair, gasping as he pulled on it.

Yoochun bit down on the nipple to retaliate.

Jaejoong choked out a strained ‘Yoochun-ssi! I’m-’ as a warning after his next scream, and threw his head back before his body convulsed and strings of come spurted onto his stomach.

He slumped down on the bed, closed eyes, breath slowing. But Yoochun was nowhere near done with him yet.

First he got rid of his boxers and finished freeing Jaejoong’s legs of clothing. He couldn’t help but run his hands over the smooth skin. He wanted to touch and taste and bite him everywhere.

Jaejoong gasped when he was rolled onto his stomach and Yoochun pushed two fingers between his lips.

“I don’t have lube”, he explained.

Jaejoong’s eyes widened again, but his wet tongue wrapped around Yoochun’s fingers.

Yoochun’s other hand moved over his own throbbing erection. The sight of Jaejoong’s ass combined with the sinful sucking on his fingers were possibly the hottest combination he’d ever experienced.

He drew his fingers back and pulled on Jaejoong’s hip to tell him he should get his knees under him. At the moment he had the two fingers pressed into his tight hole at once.

Jaejoong cried out and grabbed a pillow to bite down on it. Yoochun smirked and finished preparing him quickly. Jaejoong’s body showed that he didn’t mind at all, when Yoochun reached around his hip he felt an almost completely hard cock again. A natural slut.

He slid a hand over Jaejoong’s stomach to gather the come there and coated his cock in it.

Jaejoong’s hole was incredibly tight and hot and he had to close his eyes and steady himself with a hand on Jaejoong’s back as he pushed in. Jaejoong had been screaming but when Yoochun stopped moving he whined and pressed back against him.

“Fuck.” Yoochun grabbed Jaejoong’s hips and started to move. He was going to come soon. There was no way to stop it, so he just sped up instead, hips slamming against Jaejoong’s ass with brutal force.

Jaejoong screamed and drooled into the pillow at every thrust, his mouth wide open.

Yoochun wanted that mouth closer so he slid one arm around Jaejoong’s waist and tangled the fingers of his other in Jaejoong’s hair. Like that he pulled him up until they were pressed together, chest to back.

Jaejoong’s head immediately rolled back onto his shoulder and Yoochun could capture those wet lips with his own.

His thrusts were shallower like this and he managed to stave off his orgasm for a little longer.

Jaejoong’s shirt was still between them and Yoochun pushed it down to gain access to his shoulders. He moved his kisses and bites down Jaejoong’s neck.

Jaejoong wanted to stroke his cock and whined when he noticed that his hands had disappeared in his sleeves. Yoochun chuckled and started to stroke him instead, feeling heat and slickness of Jaejoong’s first orgasm against his hand.

Jaejoong’s arms came up to wrap around his neck and he started to roll his hips.

Yoochun moaned loudly and bit down on Jaejoong’s shoulder.

Jaejoong’s hole was so incredibly tight, trying to squeeze him out and suck him in at the same time. The hot walls milked him dry as Jaejoong came for the second time, arching his back and causing Yoochun’s teeth to scrape over his skin.

Jaejoong sagged against him and just let himself fall when Yoochun pushed him forward. His oversexed sweaty body could definitely get Yoochun up for another round.

But then his phone vibrated on his side of the bed and he checked that first.

He had a message from Yunho. That wasn’t business and not important right now, he didn’t even bother to open it. According to the time he still had a few hours until his first meeting today.

He looked at Jaejoong and licked his lips, but his stomach told him that he was hungry in another way as well.

Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open tiredly when Yoochun nudged him.

“Do you want breakfast?”

Jaejoong wetted his lips and Yoochun had trouble keeping himself back to wait for an answer. “I-I’m... do I have to move?”

Yoochun chuckled. “No you don’t. Wait here, I’ll get us something.”

He dressed quickly and carelessly - no need for underwear right now - and left the room.

When he got back Jaejoong was sitting up and sipping something from a cup. Apparently he’d found the strength to stand and get himself something.

Yoochun got rid of his clothes again and crawled onto the bed. Placing the bowl of fruit he’d brought on the nightstand.

Jaejoong put down his cup and looked at him with those big eyes again.

Yoochun wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close for a kiss. Jaejoong tasted like chocolate.

He felt like he could kiss Jaejoong forever. He had to get his number, whoever he was, he’d regret it forever if he didn’t and would never get to touch this amazing body again.

They knew nothing about each other and yet he longed for a continuation.

He reached blindly for the bowl and Jaejoong gasped when he pressed a cold, wet piece of pineapple between their kissing mouths.

Jaejoong gave it up easily, just like the dominance over their kiss, and Yoochun decided to be nice and pushed it into his mouth.

They shared fruit through kisses until their lips were numb, and then Yoochun pushed Jaejoong down on his back and started to eat off his chest and stomach, occasionally dropping what he’d picked up with his lips into Jaejoong’s mouth.

Jaejoong didn’t protest, he didn’t speak at all. He just ate what Yoochun offered him and moaned when Yoochun licked sensitive spots.

His cock grew and Yoochun didn’t hesitate to swallow it, wanting a taste of this part of Jaejoong as well.

Jaejoong cried out and moved his hips.

He tasted just like he looked, like a sweet sin.

Yoochun let go with a pop, ignored Jaejoong’s whimper, and pushed his legs up.

He slid back into his hole easily, surrounded by the slickness of his previous orgasm. He loved that Jaejoong hadn’t cleaned up while he was gone.

Jaejoong wrapped his legs around him and met his slow thrusts.

This was the kind of sex where the speed slowly but steadily increased and his orgasm sneaked up on him.

Jaejoong came first, without being touched. His mouth opened in a silent scream and his eyes rolled back into his head, his nails digging into Yoochun’s arms.

Yoochun sped up even more, hitting Jaejoong as deep as he could because he kept wanting more and more and more of this incredible feeling around him.

With clenched teeth, that couldn’t quite stop his moan, he exploded in Jaejoong’s pliant body for the second time and fell down on top of him. Jaejoong didn’t seem to mind.

After a while he rolled onto his side to make it more comfortable and checked his phone because he had no idea how to start a conversation now.

He read Yunho’s message.

-Enjoyed your company?-

Yoochun stared at it for a long time and the only thing he could come up with that was more believable than hidden cameras was that Yunho booking his room had something to do with this.

He turned to Jaejoong who seemed to be dozing off.

“Jaejoong?” Formalities seemed weird after what they’d just done.

Jaejoong opened his eyes and turned to face him. “Yes.”

“Do you come here often?”

Jaejoong seemed surprised, like that was a stupid question. “In such an expensive hotel?! never. I’d have to work at least a month for a night in a room like this one.”

Yoochun was shocked. But of course it wasn’t true that poor people couldn’t look good.

“Why are you here now then?”

Jaejoong frowned at him. “Don’t you know? I thought..”

“What?”

“Someone my sister works for said that he was in a good mood and would pay for me staying somewhere nice for free for my birthday. When I saw you I thought..”

Fuck you, Jung Yunho. “Did you.. have sex with me because you thought it might be a required form of payment after all?”

Normally he probably wouldn’t have cared, but this seemed vital to his seeing Jaejoong again or not.

“I guess.. more because I didn’t have a choice?” Jaejoong said.

“.. what do you mean?” Yoochun was sure he’d given him an opportunity to say no.

“Because”, Jaejoong moved closer and trailed over Yoochun’s chest with a finger before his big eyes blinked up at him, “you’re very hot.”

Yoochun kissed him again.