The Ritual
Title: the ritual
Pairings: yunho/jaejoong
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut
A/N: this is a piece that would occupy a very small but special place in my mind as long as I stay in the dbsk fandom. I had a great time reading and writing fanfics and I want to say thank you to everyone who I've met here. I'm glad to have become a dbsk fan and I want to thank them not only for their amazing performances and for who they are but also for all the opportunities they've given me.
Summary: 45mins before each concert, Yunho gets tense and takes it out on well you know who (it is immature, very, but I got the idea from a guy I've known all my life. he always takes it out on his girl when he gets nevous and the girl really hates him when he starts with that attitude of his but she still likes him after all these years, presumably)
Known as the calm responsible leader, always taking the lead and being attentive, Yunho never fails to stay calm before concerts while he goes through almost obstinate confirmations to attain perfection. His observant eyes never miss any mismanagement and he never forgets his polite smile as he asks the busy staffs for last minute alterations. Ever since they obtained some authority to actually decide how things should be arranged on stage, it has been that way.
But in fact, he is just acting to be calm; not for the other members or the staffs or the dancers but for his own sake, for the truth is, as every performance nears he feels like he’s going to throw up, strange sweat start coating his body while inside of him is a total chaos, just like the backstage that he walks up and down; staffs running here and there, shouting at one another and hair sprays clouding the air with suffocating scent. The forty-five minutes until the curtain rises―that was what Yunho hated, and he would be in the most violent storm that could ever take over his mild and moderate disposition. Until the ritual is done.
So he should get done with it right away, Jaejoong thinks, but his best friend waits for the last moment, always.
And today was no exception; just perhaps he received a little more stress than usual.
By the time the clock starts the count down, they are all in their stage costumes, make up done and hairs set. All they have to do now is their last checks―going over the lyrics, the choreographies, what they are supposed to talk between their performances. But now, a dancer was looking for Yunho, asking if he could give her a minute to confirm their dance routine.
“Sure, let’s do it out there.” He shoves her to an opening away from the buzzing and rustling. Why are you asking me this now, it’s kinda late you know.
“So, where was it again?” He hides his irritation under his casual smile and goes over the moves which seems so simple to him, easier than making a cup noodle. But as his hands move up her waist and her rump brushes lightly against his crotch, her hand at his chin, he sees that she’s here for another purpose. Forget it, slut. I’m not up for it, not right now. He nails down a hard look into her mesmerizing eyes when they meet face to face but she still manages to weave in a wet kiss in their routine. She goes on to slip her hand under his costume but Yunho grabs her wrist before her obscene hand reaches his sensitive zone.
The tense leader throws a warning look but the dancer only gives back a mischievous grin. “Nobody’s watching. You’re tense, Yunho. You need some―” She draws him back but Yunho tears her away with a sharp glare. “Don’t do that on stage, ‘kay? You know the fan girls.” He softens his eyes and smiles. “Call you later when the concert’s done.”
When the girl has walked away, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Shit, I really didn’t need it now; you’ve wreaked my system when I’m already―his thoughts trail off when he sees the elder smirking in the midst of the crowd, looking away to talk to one of the staffs just as his gaze meets Yunho’s. Fuck, he’s always watching―
Jaejoong still sees the leader in the corner of his eyes while he talks to the staff, and starts his usual count―stage 1: running his fingers through his hair and pressing his temples nervously as he comes back to join the others who tell him he has ruined his hair style.
The clock is ticking away, showing 40 minutes before the curtain rise. A staff in charge of the backstage DVD comes in with a camera to ask how they spend their time before going on stage and they gather around a table to play a short card game. The leader laughs in a relaxed tone when he gets the joker but Jaejoong doesn’t miss the slight irritation blending in his voice. The camera still stays when the game is over and the eldest grins into the lens as he pats the leader’s shoulder who secretly lets out a frustrated sigh before he faces the camera with an agreeable smile, demonstrating some stretches. And he starts to stutter on his Japanese―stage 2.
Stage 3 comes right after the camera leaves to take Junsu and Yoochun: The leader eyes the youngest with his high-strung glance. Changmin is playing his video game and though Yunho knows that’s how he controls his mind state before concerts, he wants him to go over the choreography once more if he has the time for games. Yeah, but I know you’re perfect, Changmin-ah. He looks away uneasily while Jaejoong counts again with a sneer.
He thinks he’s cute, tensing all over when he has barely anything left to do―hey leader, everything’s done, now in the hands of the staffs and maybe god who’s up there somewhere. And the elder almost lets out a laugh to himself when he sees that the female dancer’s intervention has caused serious damage on his nerves―Yunho, you’re just like a teenage girl getting fussy over a fucking kiss―whether he knew it or not, the perfectionist keeps wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while proceeding his steps at a faster pace than usual, tapping his fingers on his thigh as his eyes dart around in search for …actually nothing. He pours down some water into his sapless throat while he flexes his back muscles―jumping to stage 5? Jaejoong wonders. What about the tone-deaf humming you always do to calm yourself down?―you know, your mother’s favorite song; the one she used to sing to you when you were still in your cradle or her stomach.
By now, the elder feels hot in his costume for he knows what is to come, his hair at his nape coming to a standstill as he licks his lips in anticipation. And their eyes finally meet―stage 6. Jaejoong knows Yunho has been avoiding his gaze and now he’s boiling under his skin as the leader barks with sharp eyes―Don’t even think about it bastard, I don’t need it.
Just admit it, you want it―the elder whispers back with velvety eyes. The clock shows 25 minutes to go and the staff comes in again with the camera. Jaejoong almost hears a snap from the mass of tension when Yunho shoos them off with the politest smile he can manage, promising they can be back in ten minutes―final stage.
And that’s when the eldest of the band stops stretching his biceps to leave the room. Yunho glances at the clock and clenches his teeth. He winces when his feet start moving toward the door his best friend has just exited through, but once he’s out, he follows the elder without a scrap of hesitation. Jaejoong knows that his friend is following him few feet behind, catching up with his long strides. He climbs up two flights of stairs and slips himself inside the men’s room far enough from the others.
He turns around and he’s already there, locking the door behind his back.
“Hi.”
Yunho looks tense than ever, and it’s clear to Jaejoong’s eyes that though he’s trying his best to control himself, he’s looking for release. “Why do you always look at me like that before our concerts?”
“Like what?” The elder scoffs.
“Like that, dammit!” The leader doesn’t know what it is that makes him so aggressive during the last precious minutes before the curtain rise; but when he thinks about all the eyes, the expectations, even the addictive screams that fill their ears he can’t help it―the pressure, the excitement, the fears, the worries, everything eats him up at one go that he doesn’t know what to do, and he takes it out on his friend. He doesn’t want to but he does. “Fuck you.”
“Thought you had someone else to fuck.” The elder scoffs again and the brief but annoying kiss he had just 15 minutes ago flashes back in Yunho’s mind as the large dark orbs stare back at him with a provocative look. Yunho knows too well that his friend is doing it just to make it easier for him to throw everything down on him, but he takes it up before he knows. His hand reaches for his shoulders and slams the slim body to the wall as he repeats the curse. “Fuck you.”
“Fuck me then.”
The slight shine in his eyes are perfectly still, and Yunho almost gulps at the ever so accepting warmth. He pulls his best friend into his arms and squashes him, something too rough to call a hug.
“Yunho-ah―”
He hears his voice right in his ear, but he doesn’t let him continue. Yunho already has his lips pressed against his friend’s, pushing his tongue forth with the solid confidence that his friend will open up, and Jaejoong doesn’t betray him. There’s a big bang as the shorter’s head hit the wall, and Yunho’s hand automatically grabs the other’s hips as he grinds into him.
Their interaction is simple and to the point; there’s no time for anything complicated. Yunho yanks his own zipper down and grabs the elder’s hand, leading it under his Calvin Klein while his other hand swiftly starts removing the other’s costume away, throwing it up so it lands hanging over the division of the two compartments. Somewhere in his mind where he’s still the responsible man tells him he can’t afford to have the costumes soiled.
Jaejoong’s rough gropes and rubs make Yunho pant loudly even when he hates himself for being so out of control. And his taste on his tongue is intoxicating and addictive, drawing Yunho in further as their tongues collide fast and messily. Jaejoong swallows up all the entangled feelings coiling inside Yunho’s belly, and replaces it with burning desire spreading up and down his spine. But once they’re both stark naked and their chests are heaving from the restless kiss, Jaejoong pulls away. “Easy, Yun, easy. You don’t wanna waste all your stamina here.”
Yunho tries to carry on without a reply but the elder knows how tense he still is, and as if to hide it Yunho grasps his friend’s erection and starts to pump it hard with another forceful kiss. Jaejoong grabs his chin and pushes him away with all his will, cornering him against the door. “Yunho, everything’s gonna be okay. Just trust yourself―and us, the staffs, the fans, the love they have for us, the other members, me.” It’s a conversation they’ve gone through a million times but Yunho retorts with the same line. “I do. I fucking do but I’m still scared cause―“
“You want it all perfect? Oh please, stop being so damn self-conscious. Who the hell do you think you are? Mr. perfect sent from heaven? It’s not only your concert, it’s ours and nobody’s asking for something perfect anyways.” Finishing his usual line with the usual rush, the elder’s serious feature breaks into a short smirk, already resuming the act and starting to rub his cock against the band leader’s―but hey who’s the leader here? Yunho can only look back with a thick sigh turning into a faint moan as he draws his friend’s head for yet another kiss, just as desperate as the one ten seconds ago, but Jaejoong nods at the relaxation he can feel from the move of his tongue and the way he breathes. He thinks he’s cute, again, in that his tension can be dissolved by such simple words and action. Then again, he’s satisfied to know that they work because it’s him that’s giving him the words and feeding him his need. They stroke each other speedily as they know the clock is starting to strike the very last minutes before the concert opening.
With strangled cries of ecstasy, they come hard, almost simultaneous, almost―as Yunho always holds on until Jaejoong cums. And after that, their hands race for the toilet paper while they’re still panting, the hot breaths steaming up the compartment even more. No time to lean on each other to enjoy the aftertaste, but they feel satiated nonetheless as they wordlessly clean and dress themselves in full speed. Just a brief grin exchange between wiping of hands and zipping of costumes is enough to know that the other is feeling the exact same way. They dash out of the restroom and wash or rather just wet their hands before running down the stairs, checking each other’s costumes and hair styles on the way. The other members, the dancers and the staffs are gathering to form a circle, and just as Yoochun, Junsu and Changmin welcome them back with suspicious grins, Yunho remembers the words Jaejoong decided to leave unsaid today.
We’re no gods, all we can do is to try our best, appreciate the support, and love everyone and every second of the show. But that’s what makes us us―The Rising Gods of the East
A/N: So... thanks for reading guys :) The one-shots I posted today were all written a couple months ago when I could afford to take a huge amount of time -well compared to now- on writing and reading things I purely enjoy. I thought I might as well post them before saying bye to my readers -cause real life has started to eat me up. thanks again to those who've stopped by to read my stuff. I really appreciate it. And I hope I was able to entertain you in one way or the other. I'll be around as a reader and I'll try to drop as many comments as I can. I wish all of you good luck; let the wind take care of your too serious matters and let me take care of your tail if it's ever on fire -well what I want to say is, just send me a message if you ever feel like talking to me. So... see you around! yeah, I hate saying goodbyes. do you?
Visitor Counter