Late Night Snacking
Title: Late Night Snacking
Pairings: JaeChun
Genre: romance
Rating: Light R
A/N: wah~ first time writing JaeChun pairing. Kind of awkward. For aniprincess_13 who asked for JaeMin or JaeChun food smex, but this is all i came up with. i didnt get to do write ALL you asked for, but i hope it isnt too bad =[[ i suck.
A/N2: it is currently one in the morning and i'm sleepy. Please don't mind any spelling errors and grammatical mistakes. Will fix when brain is more coherent.
Jaejoong knows who it is just by the footsteps. Can tell by the lazy shuff-shuffling of socked feet on heated wooden floors. Besides, no one else would still be awake at two in the morning. Of course jaejoong was, but for a perfectly acceptable reason: he didn’t want his precious dongsaengs to starve on their only day off in nearly three months.
“Jaejoongie…”
The eldest smiles a little, straightening from his pillage of the refrigerator to rest his eyes on a very sleepy-looking Yoochun. The baritone stood leaning heavily on the doorway, rubbing sleep from his eyes but failing to restrain his wide yawn.
“Finished your song, Chunnie?” Jae considered the milk one last time before ultimately deciding on tomorrow morning’s menu and grabbing it. He’d just taken a couple of eggs from the tray to catch Yoochun’s slight pout and a sulking shake of his head.
“Joongie, I’m hungry.” Jae raised an eyebrow, mind alternating between instant pancake mix or making the batter from scratch.
“It’s a little late, don’t you think?”
“Mm.” Yoochun replied with a small shake of his head. “Feed me.”
“Feed you what?”
“What are you making?” Yeah, instant pancake mix it was.
With a murmur of acquiesce, Jaejoong gathered the necessary bowls and pans, trying to make as little noise as possible. He didn’t want to wake the other members with any unnecessary clatter, knowing all of them were tired from the nonstop schedule they’d had in the past few months.
“Do you need help?” Yoochun asked groggily, head on the table with arms splayed. He asked knowingly full well that the eldest was perfectly capable-more like the only capable-of working the kitchen. Still, it was polite to ask and when Jaejoong silently shook his head, throwing a small smile over his shoulder, Yoochun didn’t feel the need to be guilty. He more than enjoyed watching the band umma work his magic in the kitchen. On variety shows, he’d always said that his ideal type would be some homely type, someone content to stay home and welcome him back. However, no one ever clarified whether the person was female.
He had some odd fascination with Jaejoong’s hands, as they skillfully mixed things here and there, cracking eggs expertly, so as not to cause a mess. The way they were quick, efficient, yet still pale and soft despite all the work they were put through.
Jaejoong wasn’t the only one with a hand fetish.
“…syrup? Or cream? Chunnie? Yah! Yoochun-ah!”
Yoochun was startled out of his hand watching, completely unaware that the older man had been talking to him. He grinned sheepishly; he’d been caught red-handed. Jaejoong rolled his eyes before turning back to his buttered pan, waiting for just the right temperature before adding an especially large dollop of batter. He decided to make only one big one, since Yoochun looked like he was too tired to even contemplate seconds.
“What were you saying hyung?”
“I asked you if you wanted maple syrup or whipped cream. Which do you want on top of your pancake?”
Yoochun thought for a while, a little sidetracked by the bits of powdered mix that had somehow streaked themselves across Jaejoong’s cheeks. Funny, the band umma was usually neat when it came to his cooking, preferring to keep things as clean as possible so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to clean up later. It was a testament to how tired Jaejoong must be, considering the late hour and for a moment, Yoochun felt a little guilty for keeping the older man up. A little more thinking and he decided that his soul mate deserved a reward.
“How about I try both?”
“Suit yourself,” Jaejoong replied, not noticing that Yoochun’s voice had entered the lower octaves, the voice he used only for seduction purposes at fan meetings to get the audience riled up. “They’re on the last shelf on the fridge door.”
Yoochun smiled, enjoying Jaejoong’s oblivion. He certainly wouldn’t be oblivious soon. He grabbed the can of whipped cream, shaking it and thoroughly satisfied that it was more than full. He also took out the bottle of maple syrup, imagining all the warm, tight places it could run into.
“Tell me which you like Joongie.” Jaejoong didn’t answer immediately, counting the seconds till he should flip the cake over in his head. It had to be perfect for Yoochunnie.
“Whichever,” he answered noncommittally. He wasn’t aware of Yoochun’s heated gaze and subsequent pout when Jaejoong failed to notice it. Yoochun decided right then and there that his soul mate no longer deserved a reward and that revenge would be sweet.
He waited patiently for Jaejoong to finish, mentally admitting afterwards that yes, the pancake was indeed perfect and probably worth the wait. Not that he was hungry for that kind of food now anyway. He watched as the eldest proudly plated the cake, grabbing a few grapes from the fridge when he failed to find strawberries. Yoochun was ushered into a seat and the plate placed before him, a handy fork on the side. In his hands, Jaejoong held up the can of whipped cream and the bottle of syrup. “So, which is it?”
“Half and half?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Good choice,” he said before coating one-half of the large pancake with syrup and the other half with whipped cream. Yoochun smiled back, picking up his fork and aiming for the food in front of him, his eyes never leaving Jaejoong’s face. With his peripheral vision, he cut off a small whipped cream covered piece, watching Jaejoong with intense eyes and a mind full of wicked things. The other man looked at him with a slightly confused expression, finally noticing Yoochun’s heated stare.
The fork made its way to the baritone’s mouth and Jaejoong found himself nearly salivating with the sight. The baritone licked his lips first, fully anticipating the scrumptious bite. When he finally put the piece in, Jaejoong couldn’t help but imagine other things occupying that delicious mouth.
“Do you want some?” Yoochun asked. “You’re staring at my food like a man starved.” Oh, Jaejoong was starved all right. And he knew full well that Yoochun knew exactly how his eating mannerisms were affecting him.
“No thanks,” he replied, refusing to fall neatly into Yoochun’s awaiting hands. How could he have not noticed that piercing gaze earlier?
“You sure? There more than enough to go around,” Yoochun said, cutting off a syrup-covered half. Halfway to his mouth, a drop of the sweet stuff dribbles off the fork and onto his fingers. He puts the piece into his mouth, chewing pensively, his eyes flickering from his now-sticky fingers to Jaejoong’s silent form leaning a hip against the table, also watching him.
“Need help with that?” Jaeoong asks, just as soon as Yoochun swallows, and the other can’t help but nod his head. There’s a roll of paper towels just three feet away but Jaejoong’s lazy so he decides to make things easier and puts the sticky fingers into his mouth.
Yoochun’s breath catches, just a little. Jaejoong’s mouth is warm, and slick, and he imagines other things in that heated cavern. His tongue is sin, rolling Yoochun’s digits around like they were some sweet candy rather than a substitute for phallic objects. He sucks and licks between the fingers and the image is just too hot. Youngwoong Jaejoong working his mouth-whether it be belting high notes or rolling things around in his mouth-was just so f.cking erotic.
“All clean.” He says when he’s finished, giving Yoochun’s fingers one last suck before letting them exit his mouth.
“I don’t think I’m hungry anymore,” Yoochun replies, fingers still tingling. He’s not lying. The room was suddenly too hot and his pajamas felt more than a little tight. His hunger had completely deserted him.
“Aww. But I made it just for you Chunnie. Want me to help you finish it?” There was some deep symbolic crap in those words-he just knew it. Unfortunately, he had barely a second to contemplate their meaning before his lap was full of Kim Jaejoong.
Jaejoong kissed him like he cooked. Quick, efficient, but full of heart and enthusiasm. The eldest made sure to lick the corners of his mouth, sucking on them to taste the syrupy sweetness. His tongue made a quick swipe on Yoochun’s lower lip, entreating the younger to let him in before plunging his tongue to explore the warm depths. He rolled his hips, following every dart of his tongue into Yoochun’s mouth, mimicking what else they could be doing.
Yoochun thrusts upward unconsciously, his body following the ebb and flow of the band’s lead vocal. He lets out a throaty groan when Jaejoong straddles him, the thin layers of their sleeping clothes leaving little barrier between their heated bodies. Yoochun’s cock is nestled shallowly between the globes of Jaejoong’s behind, fit perfectly between the firm cheeks. Then, he does a slow grind and even Jaejoong can’t restrain a soft moan.
Yoochun can feel Jaejoong’s cock pressed thickly against his abdomen and its pulsing heat. He brings a hand up to stroke it, needing to feel the velvet hardness in his palms, but his hand is lightly slapped away.
“Not in the kitchen,” Jaejoong scolds, but the effect is not the same. His hair is tousled, cheeks flushed, slightly breathless. Not to mention he was straddling a fellow band member in the kitchen they all ate in.
“Boojae~” Yoochun whines, using the leader’s favorite nickname. The reminder should have stopped them cold, that they shouldn’t be doing this so openly, where anyone could come put and become scarred for life. Instead it makes the air crackle between them, the thought of too-thin walls barely separating them from the others a surprising turn on.
“How about we take this somewhere more private, hm?”
“But I’m not finished yet,” Yoochun said, talking about the pancakes but alluding to something entirely different. “And I like it here.”
“Trust me,” Jae smirked. “You’ll like it better in the bedroom.”
“Fine,” Yoochun replied, accepting defeat. “But only if I get to bring the whipped cream and the syrup.”
“Deal.” Jaejoong acquiesced. “But if there isn’t any left for tomorrow’s breakfast, Changmin will fry you.”
Yoochun grinned, not caring about the maknae’s eating preferences at all. How could he when he had the most delectable dessert draped on his lap? But if there was one thing he did care about, it was that Jae was right.
The bed really was better. He knows, ‘cause they spent the whole night finding out.
Pairings: JaeChun
Genre: romance
Rating: Light R
A/N: wah~ first time writing JaeChun pairing. Kind of awkward. For aniprincess_13 who asked for JaeMin or JaeChun food smex, but this is all i came up with. i didnt get to do write ALL you asked for, but i hope it isnt too bad =[[ i suck.
A/N2: it is currently one in the morning and i'm sleepy. Please don't mind any spelling errors and grammatical mistakes. Will fix when brain is more coherent.
Jaejoong knows who it is just by the footsteps. Can tell by the lazy shuff-shuffling of socked feet on heated wooden floors. Besides, no one else would still be awake at two in the morning. Of course jaejoong was, but for a perfectly acceptable reason: he didn’t want his precious dongsaengs to starve on their only day off in nearly three months.
“Jaejoongie…”
The eldest smiles a little, straightening from his pillage of the refrigerator to rest his eyes on a very sleepy-looking Yoochun. The baritone stood leaning heavily on the doorway, rubbing sleep from his eyes but failing to restrain his wide yawn.
“Finished your song, Chunnie?” Jae considered the milk one last time before ultimately deciding on tomorrow morning’s menu and grabbing it. He’d just taken a couple of eggs from the tray to catch Yoochun’s slight pout and a sulking shake of his head.
“Joongie, I’m hungry.” Jae raised an eyebrow, mind alternating between instant pancake mix or making the batter from scratch.
“It’s a little late, don’t you think?”
“Mm.” Yoochun replied with a small shake of his head. “Feed me.”
“Feed you what?”
“What are you making?” Yeah, instant pancake mix it was.
With a murmur of acquiesce, Jaejoong gathered the necessary bowls and pans, trying to make as little noise as possible. He didn’t want to wake the other members with any unnecessary clatter, knowing all of them were tired from the nonstop schedule they’d had in the past few months.
“Do you need help?” Yoochun asked groggily, head on the table with arms splayed. He asked knowingly full well that the eldest was perfectly capable-more like the only capable-of working the kitchen. Still, it was polite to ask and when Jaejoong silently shook his head, throwing a small smile over his shoulder, Yoochun didn’t feel the need to be guilty. He more than enjoyed watching the band umma work his magic in the kitchen. On variety shows, he’d always said that his ideal type would be some homely type, someone content to stay home and welcome him back. However, no one ever clarified whether the person was female.
He had some odd fascination with Jaejoong’s hands, as they skillfully mixed things here and there, cracking eggs expertly, so as not to cause a mess. The way they were quick, efficient, yet still pale and soft despite all the work they were put through.
Jaejoong wasn’t the only one with a hand fetish.
“…syrup? Or cream? Chunnie? Yah! Yoochun-ah!”
Yoochun was startled out of his hand watching, completely unaware that the older man had been talking to him. He grinned sheepishly; he’d been caught red-handed. Jaejoong rolled his eyes before turning back to his buttered pan, waiting for just the right temperature before adding an especially large dollop of batter. He decided to make only one big one, since Yoochun looked like he was too tired to even contemplate seconds.
“What were you saying hyung?”
“I asked you if you wanted maple syrup or whipped cream. Which do you want on top of your pancake?”
Yoochun thought for a while, a little sidetracked by the bits of powdered mix that had somehow streaked themselves across Jaejoong’s cheeks. Funny, the band umma was usually neat when it came to his cooking, preferring to keep things as clean as possible so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to clean up later. It was a testament to how tired Jaejoong must be, considering the late hour and for a moment, Yoochun felt a little guilty for keeping the older man up. A little more thinking and he decided that his soul mate deserved a reward.
“How about I try both?”
“Suit yourself,” Jaejoong replied, not noticing that Yoochun’s voice had entered the lower octaves, the voice he used only for seduction purposes at fan meetings to get the audience riled up. “They’re on the last shelf on the fridge door.”
Yoochun smiled, enjoying Jaejoong’s oblivion. He certainly wouldn’t be oblivious soon. He grabbed the can of whipped cream, shaking it and thoroughly satisfied that it was more than full. He also took out the bottle of maple syrup, imagining all the warm, tight places it could run into.
“Tell me which you like Joongie.” Jaejoong didn’t answer immediately, counting the seconds till he should flip the cake over in his head. It had to be perfect for Yoochunnie.
“Whichever,” he answered noncommittally. He wasn’t aware of Yoochun’s heated gaze and subsequent pout when Jaejoong failed to notice it. Yoochun decided right then and there that his soul mate no longer deserved a reward and that revenge would be sweet.
He waited patiently for Jaejoong to finish, mentally admitting afterwards that yes, the pancake was indeed perfect and probably worth the wait. Not that he was hungry for that kind of food now anyway. He watched as the eldest proudly plated the cake, grabbing a few grapes from the fridge when he failed to find strawberries. Yoochun was ushered into a seat and the plate placed before him, a handy fork on the side. In his hands, Jaejoong held up the can of whipped cream and the bottle of syrup. “So, which is it?”
“Half and half?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Good choice,” he said before coating one-half of the large pancake with syrup and the other half with whipped cream. Yoochun smiled back, picking up his fork and aiming for the food in front of him, his eyes never leaving Jaejoong’s face. With his peripheral vision, he cut off a small whipped cream covered piece, watching Jaejoong with intense eyes and a mind full of wicked things. The other man looked at him with a slightly confused expression, finally noticing Yoochun’s heated stare.
The fork made its way to the baritone’s mouth and Jaejoong found himself nearly salivating with the sight. The baritone licked his lips first, fully anticipating the scrumptious bite. When he finally put the piece in, Jaejoong couldn’t help but imagine other things occupying that delicious mouth.
“Do you want some?” Yoochun asked. “You’re staring at my food like a man starved.” Oh, Jaejoong was starved all right. And he knew full well that Yoochun knew exactly how his eating mannerisms were affecting him.
“No thanks,” he replied, refusing to fall neatly into Yoochun’s awaiting hands. How could he have not noticed that piercing gaze earlier?
“You sure? There more than enough to go around,” Yoochun said, cutting off a syrup-covered half. Halfway to his mouth, a drop of the sweet stuff dribbles off the fork and onto his fingers. He puts the piece into his mouth, chewing pensively, his eyes flickering from his now-sticky fingers to Jaejoong’s silent form leaning a hip against the table, also watching him.
“Need help with that?” Jaeoong asks, just as soon as Yoochun swallows, and the other can’t help but nod his head. There’s a roll of paper towels just three feet away but Jaejoong’s lazy so he decides to make things easier and puts the sticky fingers into his mouth.
Yoochun’s breath catches, just a little. Jaejoong’s mouth is warm, and slick, and he imagines other things in that heated cavern. His tongue is sin, rolling Yoochun’s digits around like they were some sweet candy rather than a substitute for phallic objects. He sucks and licks between the fingers and the image is just too hot. Youngwoong Jaejoong working his mouth-whether it be belting high notes or rolling things around in his mouth-was just so f.cking erotic.
“All clean.” He says when he’s finished, giving Yoochun’s fingers one last suck before letting them exit his mouth.
“I don’t think I’m hungry anymore,” Yoochun replies, fingers still tingling. He’s not lying. The room was suddenly too hot and his pajamas felt more than a little tight. His hunger had completely deserted him.
“Aww. But I made it just for you Chunnie. Want me to help you finish it?” There was some deep symbolic crap in those words-he just knew it. Unfortunately, he had barely a second to contemplate their meaning before his lap was full of Kim Jaejoong.
Jaejoong kissed him like he cooked. Quick, efficient, but full of heart and enthusiasm. The eldest made sure to lick the corners of his mouth, sucking on them to taste the syrupy sweetness. His tongue made a quick swipe on Yoochun’s lower lip, entreating the younger to let him in before plunging his tongue to explore the warm depths. He rolled his hips, following every dart of his tongue into Yoochun’s mouth, mimicking what else they could be doing.
Yoochun thrusts upward unconsciously, his body following the ebb and flow of the band’s lead vocal. He lets out a throaty groan when Jaejoong straddles him, the thin layers of their sleeping clothes leaving little barrier between their heated bodies. Yoochun’s cock is nestled shallowly between the globes of Jaejoong’s behind, fit perfectly between the firm cheeks. Then, he does a slow grind and even Jaejoong can’t restrain a soft moan.
Yoochun can feel Jaejoong’s cock pressed thickly against his abdomen and its pulsing heat. He brings a hand up to stroke it, needing to feel the velvet hardness in his palms, but his hand is lightly slapped away.
“Not in the kitchen,” Jaejoong scolds, but the effect is not the same. His hair is tousled, cheeks flushed, slightly breathless. Not to mention he was straddling a fellow band member in the kitchen they all ate in.
“Boojae~” Yoochun whines, using the leader’s favorite nickname. The reminder should have stopped them cold, that they shouldn’t be doing this so openly, where anyone could come put and become scarred for life. Instead it makes the air crackle between them, the thought of too-thin walls barely separating them from the others a surprising turn on.
“How about we take this somewhere more private, hm?”
“But I’m not finished yet,” Yoochun said, talking about the pancakes but alluding to something entirely different. “And I like it here.”
“Trust me,” Jae smirked. “You’ll like it better in the bedroom.”
“Fine,” Yoochun replied, accepting defeat. “But only if I get to bring the whipped cream and the syrup.”
“Deal.” Jaejoong acquiesced. “But if there isn’t any left for tomorrow’s breakfast, Changmin will fry you.”
Yoochun grinned, not caring about the maknae’s eating preferences at all. How could he when he had the most delectable dessert draped on his lap? But if there was one thing he did care about, it was that Jae was right.
The bed really was better. He knows, ‘cause they spent the whole night finding out.