Check, Checkmate
Title: Check, Checkmate
Author: gildeddiscourse
Rating: PG13
Genre: Romance, Smut, Humor, crossdressing
Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, duh, I'm merely borrowing them for a few minutes. This story was written for entertainment purposes only. I'm making no profit off of it. All original images used are property of their respective owners. The banners, however, I made, please do not use without permission.
Summery: The fans asked for it, over and over and over again. And Jaejoong decided, well, it was about time they give it to them.
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“Check, Checkmate”
By Gilded Discourse
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Whispered suddenly across the catwalk, startling the brunette from his pre-decent ritual.
Every concert, each and every performance of their current tour had been the same thus far. Yunho waited patiently in the rafters for Junsu’s solo to come to an end, bar in hand, before lowering onto the stage, suited up and sexy. He had never before entertained company. Least of all him.
Turning to the intruder, the tall singer frowned, a curious brow arched.
“Jaejoong-ah?”
The aforementioned musician all but materialized out of the shadows like some otherworldly entity, haloed by glistening milky skin and dark orbs smoldering. There was sex in those eyes.
Catching sight of that tempting look, Yunho’s heart skipped a happy beat.
“What are you doing up here?”
Slender hands slid across pinstriped shoulders, caressing silky fabric with the ease of familiarity.
“I told you, I have a surprise for you.” Jaejoong replied, stepping into that taller frame gracefully. They melded together perfectly as two halves formed from the same whole, fitting just so in all the right places. Feeling a brazen thigh pressing into the sensitive junction of nimble hips, the leader could not help but moan. Jaejoong was rather forward tonight.
“Baby..” Yunho whispered somewhat helplessly, startled by the sudden husk in his own voice. He was seduced already damn it. Jaejoong, it would seem, always had that effect on him; intentional or otherwise. This time however, he knew it was intentional. That blooming smile lighting up the darkness and setting his insides aflame stood as rather condemning testimony. Groaning, the leader curled a hand about the back of that smooth neck, tangling tan fingers in dark locks as he pulled him closer. It was a struggle not to just dive in and demand attention what with those petting hands effortless seeking out all his weak spots. “As much as I hate to say it, this isn’t the time. I’m on in two minutes.”
A spike in the screams and the boom of music rattled the slender precipice upon which they stood. Yet neither seemed to notice, each entirely absorbed in the presence of the other.
That fey smile danced between the shadows, and the nymph pressed in tight. Slim digits ghosted down a toned chest, circling a hidden nipple. “Don’t worry so much.” Jaejoong whispered, dipping to capture that waiting Cupid’s bow. Yunho relented to his lover’s whims without a thought, eagerly returning that tango of lips and lungs for all he was worth. A cupping hand found purchase on hidden needs, coaxing fire into his every vein. The dancer moaned deep and loud, rocking into those skilled fingers.
A needy whine slipped free of its own accord when that bewitching mouth withdrew leaving him breathless.
“Jaejoongie...”
“Shh.” Elegant fingers soothed kiss swollen pillows, thumbing away the telltale sheen of saliva and gloss. “You’ll like it. I promise.” The elder of the two insisted, stepping back much to the brunette’s displeasure. Despite the protests, his body obviously wanted the smaller man, then and there.
The stand by light blazed to life and the thrum of Xiahtic slowly reverberated into nothingness.
Yunho fidgeted, tempted to capture his retreating lover and slake his lust, impending performance be damned. And Jaejoong, the minx that he was, knew it.
An unmistakable twitter of laughter ricocheted off the lights and lattice work.
“Be patient.” The lead singer urged with one last grin before sinking completely into the enveloping darkness. Left behind, Yunho faintly caught the clack of heels on metal and moaned. Jaejoong was apparently in one of his moods. A ‘lets get Yunho all hot and bothered then leave him high and dry’ kind of mood.
The second timer light flickered in warning.
Perfect.
Huffing a sigh Yunho slipped a foot into the metal stirrup and swallowed stirring desire; hard. Now was definitely not the time to be sporting an improper bulge. Wrapping a second leg about the bar the brunette prayed the cold would ease any swelling before someone noticed.
Crossing his shoulders, Yunho slipped seamlessly into character.
Music hummed and the singer descended on cue towards the brightly lit stage below. The captivating beat of his newest song shimmied up his spine intimate as a lovers caress. Like always, he threw everything he had into the performance; loosing himself to the rhythm.
It was going perfectly. Every step timed just right, each note lilting and charismatic.
In no time at all the second string of dancers were strutting onto the center stage, saucy and come hither.
Heading the pack of lovely young ladies was a particularly striking woman whom Yunho did not immediately recognize. All pale legs and ebony curls, she carried herself like a true vixen. She performed the dance immaculately, slipping into position right beside him despite not having seen her in practice before.
This new woman never seemed to stop moving, sashaying about him confident and commanding. Her very presence begged for his attention, demanding the touch of those caramel-colored eyes all over that lithe body. Yunho was startled and somewhat confused. He felt a familiar yearning as she danced, a burning need building in the pit of his stomach and he almost stumbled in shock. Never before had he felt attracted to one of their dancers. This was definitely not good.
Who was she that she could make him want her so easily? And, if he was honest with himself, so badly?
The dancer in question was coy; flipping that flowing mane about, perfectly hiding her features from searching eyes and trained camera’s alike. Examining her as thoroughly as possible mid-song, it was a physical effort not to allow his thoughts and curiosity to interfere with the performance.
Yunho could not remember the staff hiring a dancer with hair that long, never mind one so tall. With her heeled boots, she was easily as tall as him if not taller. But something about her struck him as familiar. And that perplexed him.
The nameless woman twirled, flashing curls captured upon bee stung, glossy lips and Yunho swallowed. Even that tiny glimpse of pink skin, splayed in what looked like a breathy inhale of pleasure seemed purely sexual.
A lean back arched into his front, angling into the curve of his chest with ease. Hands found slender skirted hips and it was suddenly hard to concentrate on the words leaving his own mouth. Fishnet and bare skin danced beneath his fingers and hips met far more intimately than was the norm for any of their dance team. Like a fire reborn, that earlier moment of arousal returned full forced and he had no real idea why. His body responded to this curly haired temptress with a familiarity that he knew it should not.
She rolled, svelte spine curved, and supple strands caressed the brunette’s cheek. He caught the tiniest mewl over the raging pulse of the song and screaming crowd, and trapped desire jerked impulsively at the auditory stimulation.
A hint of musk tickled the senses, light, refreshing and achingly recognizable.
All too suddenly Yunho realized just why he knew this girl whom he had never before seen. Why her hips slotted so perfectly into his own; why her waist felt so natural beneath his hands. Why it seemed so normal and easy for his body to respond so vehemently to her innate sensuality.
She wasn’t a she at all.
No, the writhing beauty beneath his fingers was none other than his other half; and done up rather spectacularly at that.
Shocked, and strangely turned on, Yunho diverted from the planned choreography, forcing the skirt-clad singer to whirl about. Face to face now, he pulled that nimble body tight to his chest. This close he even spied the lace and telling swell of a bra.
Jaejoong was nothing if not convincing, and thorough.
The smaller dancer gasped, meeting that dark chocolate gaze for the first time since his transformation. He knew instantly he had been caught. But instead of looking sheepish, a seductive and quite pleased smirk curled those delicately painted lips.
Taking in the perfectly applied shadow and eyeliner, Yunho was almost amazed at just how well Jaejoong fit the part. He really was beautiful, each curve accentuated nicely by that snug jacket and obscenely short skirt. The smaller of the two purred. Yunho felt it reverberate deep into his chest and grab hold of some primal part of him. Hypnotizing hips swayed, pulsing to the hum and thrum of the song and lord help him, but they looked so sinfully similar to the rock and roll cadence of their love making.
Concentrate Yunho, for heaven’s sake. Concentrate!
“What are you doing?!” The leader mouthed between lines, watching as the camouflaged singer twirled out of his arms. Flashing a smile, Jaejoong strutted after the others for the next stage of the dance without a word. The brunette resisted the urge to groan, instead following along.
Settling into the cluster of performers, he tried to put his partner’s presence from his mind. The lights dimmed abruptly and strobes flashed all about him. Breathing deeply, Yunho closed his eyes attempting to concentrate solely on the song.
So far no one seemed to have noticed just who the long legged bombshell truly was. But the fear that it was only a matter of time would not leave him be. If the fans found out that their lead singer was strutting around incognito, nevermind the company, they would be in some serious trouble.
Fingers ghosting across the back of his neck startled the brunette from his thoughts and he quickly scolded himself for allowing his mind to distract itself from the matter at hand. They had a show to put on and that came first.
Plump lips caressed Yunho’s left ear, warm breath tickling sensitive skin and it was a conscious struggle to keep from moaning in pleasure. Digits dipped beneath that pinstripe jacket, nails raking down a lean, muscled spine. Yunho arched, exhaling in ecstasy. Any thoughts of reprimand flew right out the window.
Jaejoong was far too knowledgeable of his bodies’ weaknesses and the best ways to exploit them.
“I’m giving them what they want.” The elder whispered by way of explanation, fingers snagging around his partners naked hips. And sure enough, if Yunho listened, he could hear the chanting of their couple name. It was like Shanghai all over again.
“Surprise.” The lead singer teased, painting a kiss upon the brunette’s neck and stepped away a fraction of a second before the lights flickered back on.
Against his will, Yunho’s body moved, slipping onto his next mark for a rather impressive dance solo. He forced the nearness of his lover from his thoughts, focusing solely on where to put each foot and when. It worked well enough, until the bane of his existence once more sauntered to his side.
The man was sex on legs, no two ways about it.
Watching the lead singer bend and twist in that skimpy outfit, those naughty hands sliding about his body so intimately, Yunho felt his mouth go dry. Fingers twanged one lacy garter, drawing the brunettes gaze like a bullseye. The cross-dressed singer bent, hips jutted back towards Yunho’s own, spine curved up nimbly in a manner the leader knew no one but himself had ever seen before. He swallowed. Hard.
It just wasn’t fair.
No man should look that good in women’s clothing, nevermind on stage in front of thousands of fans where Yunho couldn’t properly enjoy it.
They danced almost as one. Yunho, for his part, moved and sang mostly on autopilot. What little of his brain that was still functioning at that point remained rooted firmly upon his agile lover. Fingers, hands, hips and more teased and touched, interlocking and caressing far more intimately and far more often than the true choreography called for. And Yunho saw it for what it truly was. They weren’t just dancing anymore. No, this was foreplay.
And he didn’t mind at all. Every touch left him desperately hoping for another.
The music continued on for what felt like forever to the brunette, twisting his insides with growing need. Every flash of bare thighs and the flicker of that nimble tongue against painted lips had his desires spiking dangerously. His body was responding whole heartedly now and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
He needed Jaejoong. He needed him bad. And he needed him now.
The awareness and fear born of just what they were doing and how many eyes were watching strangely heightened the sexual thrill of the entire encounter. His face was flushed, heated with lust. And he’d never been so thankful that the jacket he wore was long enough to hide his obvious desires before that moment.
It was almost a blessing to his libido and spiking blood pressure when the beat began to dim.
The end was in sight and, god, was he ready for it!
Finally, Yunho sauntered down the center isle, counting down the seconds to total darkness and a quick dash off stage, into somewhere more private. He felt more than heard Jaejoong’s footsteps behind him, imagining the sway of those sensual hips, the bounce of curls and the smoldering look he could feel burning into his backside.
The music jumped, the rhythm jingling down to dancing drums only.
A hand grasped his shoulder and spun. With relish Yunho delved into that welcome embrace and sought more.
There was no imagined lip lock, no cleverly disguised false kiss hidden by angles and shadows.
No.
This time, when Yunho dove for those sumptuous lips, he caught and kept them in his embrace wholeheartedly. Jaejoong did not seem at all surprised. The imp had most likely expected it and returned the tangle of teeth and tongues without missing a beat. The hall went black, punctuated by the fevered screams of the crowd. The lift descended with them in tow below stage on cue.
Yunho remained oblivious, slipping a hand down a bare thigh as it rose to curl snuggly about his hip. The roar of blood in his ears drowned out any sound but the beat of their breath and the pound of their hearts. Hands sought flesh, yanking the stream lined jacket wide. Fingers urged that micro skirt further up slender hips finding purchase upon the familiar swells of flesh below. Pale hands locked in auburn strands, forcing that mouth deeper, closer, demanding more.
“You have no idea how much trouble you’re in.” Yunho growled between kisses, pearly whites ensnaring his lovers plump bottom lip and held it hostage. Jaejoong shivered, purring a very pleased little moan into that impassioned mouth.
“Care to show me?” The lead singer urged, that teasing twinkle dancing in the darkened depths of his eyes. Snatching bare thighs, Yunho hoisted the slender man high, forcing delicious legs to coil about his waist. Jaejoong dipped down, snaring the brunette’s ear and mouthed it so perfectly the man was moaning in seconds. That mouth really was something else.
Needy and ready, the dancer forced the smaller man’s back into the nearest wall, pinning his lover with his own weight.
Nails raked net-clad thighs, teasing the tender skin below. There was something strangely fascinating about Jaejoong in stockings. He did know what, nor why. He just knew he liked it. The man had fantastic legs. Perfect for that naughty little garter belt and they just looked so pretty wrapped around him like that. Eager fingers snagged the lace edge of underwear and tugged.
Metal clanged against stone, the sudden ruckus booming through the small enclosed space startling the dancer from his current task of marking Jaejoong’s throat.
“Yunho!” Changmin roared, enraged at the sight of his respected leader necking some woman behind their band mothers back. Jaejoong deserved better than that!
Both entangled singers turned just enough to spy the fuming magnae, but in no way released one another.
“What in the world do you think your doin- oh my god it’s Jaejoong!” In record time Changmin whirled an about face and fled the room, cheeks aflame, as if the hounds of hell were nipping at his heels.
The door slammed shut, leaving the impassioned lovers pleasantly alone.
Jaejoong smirked, determining to pester their baby with that moment of embarrassment for weeks to come. The resetting of hips against his own quickly refocused his attention, coaxing a pleasured pule from plump lips.
“Now,” Yunho purred, slipping a hand up the back of his lovers procured skirt. “Where were we?”
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Fin
Authors note: For those of you who may not have noticed, this takes place during the Mirotic tour, particularly Yunho’s solo “Checkmate”. I was recently re-watching the tour and this idea popped into my head, spawned mostly by the incidents of fans shouting “YunJae” throughout his dance. I’m sure you’ve all heard those accounts. Anyway, this is a quick scribble, more a drabble than a true, fleshed out-one shot. But I hope some of you enjoy it anyway. Its currently unbeta-ed so forgive any mistakes. Also, this is very much out of the norm for my topic of writing. I never intended to write a cross dressing piece to be honest. I couldn’t see a way to make it realistic. But when the muses bite you gotta listen I guess lol. Also threw that really bad Jaejoong manip in for kicks. Anyway, hope you like it. As always comments and critiques are greatly appreciated. AKTF.
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