OUFMU.
03. Title: The Forecast shows sun (1/2)
A/N: This is unfinished, but it definitely has two parts.
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yunho
Synopsis: Virginity? Virginity. Whose? Yours, you anus. (Yunho takes Jaejoong’s virginity as a favor to Changmin. He’s hopeful that no strings will be attached. Unfortunately, it’s never that simple - and both Jaejoong and Yunho get more then they bargain for when things take a turn for ‘personal‘). A.K.A - the longest sex sequence in history followed by a cliché storyline about becoming attached.
Rating: Nc-17
The whole idea is absurd.
Jaejoong is laying with his bare back against a cold mattress. He doesn’t know who it belongs to, but it’s usually a place to have sex, right?
Yunho closes the door to the bedroom. “I know you’ve never done this before, so… hopefully you’ve thought it through.”
Of course Jaejoong has thought it through. For the last three years, two months, eight weeks and five days, to be exact. Not that’s he’s counting.
“I-I’ve thought about it.” Jaejoong admits. He plays it down by adding, “once or twice. I just thought I’d get this over with. You know. It’s… it’s about time that I… got rid of this… thing.”
Yunho turns to the mattress and smiles. “Well, then.”
Jaejoong is extremely nervous as Yunho walks confidently to the bed. With each step he takes, more of his t-shirt is pulled off, exposing the gorgeous lines of his toned body.
“Whoa.” Jaejoong whispers, legs beginning to shake with either anticipation or excitement. Aren’t they both the same thing in this situation?
“You know the protocol?” Yunho asks. He’s undoing his pants and pushing them off of his hips as he reaches the edge of the bed.
Protocol? Jaejoong blanches. “O-of course. Protocol.”
Yunho smirks at him and pushes the pants down his legs. He kicks them off and climbs onto the bed, crawling next to Jaejoong and looking down at him. “Do you know what’s going where? What you’re doing this for? I don’t like for anybody to get attached. I’m doing this as a favor-”
“Right! I know. Don’t worry. I won’t come back looking for a… receipt or anything.”
Yunho laughs to himself, shaking his head. He then leans in for a kiss before stopping abruptly. “Er, sorry.”
Jaejoong laughs nervously, schools his features and then stares at the ceiling. He may have jumped the gun, laying in bed waiting for Yunho to catch up with him. Regardless, he’s here now without a top on, pants still on without boxers underneath because Changmin had promised he’d known someone who owed him a favor.
“You don’t have to do this.” Jaejoong says.
“I know. I owe someone close to me a favor, and this isn’t anything I’m uncomfortable with doing. If you’re okay with it, it’s all gravy with me.” Yunho readjusts himself, slinging his legs over the bottom half of Jaejoong’s body and firmly grabbing the waistband of Jaejoong’s pants. “Besides, you’re a freshman in college. You should have done this a long time ago.”
Jaejoong blushes a dark red. Yunho can see it, because he quickly amends, “but it’s not bad that you didn’t, I guess.”
The words don’t soothe Jaejoong and, suddenly, he doesn’t want to do this anymore. As Yunho is pulling Jaejoong’s pants off, Jaejoong reaches down and grabs his hand. “Wait.”
Yunho stops. “What’s wrong?”
“Uhm... I… I‘m kind of nervous. This is… maybe I should just wait. ”
Yunho holds tightly to the band of Jaejoongs jeggings and considers him. “If it’s because of what I said…”
Jaejoong huffs and lays his head down. “I hear it’ll hurt really bad,” he admits. “I just want some way to get it over with. Without… you know, the feeling of a trumpet up my ass.”
Yunho lets go of Jaejoong’s pants and rubs his thigh. “I won’t - I can go as slow as you need. I’ve done favors like this before. Never with a guy, mind you, so maybe we’re on the same page. It‘s your call.”
Jaejoong rubs his eyes. “I know the protocol, but I‘m not really… Yeah.” He says.
“Well, it’s no good if you’re uncomfortable.” Yunho says. “Just try and relax, we’ll see where we can get.”
Jaejoong huffs and covers his eyes, feeling the fabric running along the soft skin of his legs. Yunho yanks the pants from Jaejoong and watches him with a soft smile on his face.
“No underwear. Classy.”
“Just trying to come prepared.” Jaejoong shrugs, though his face lights up like a Christmas bulb and he tries to cover the evidence of being embarrassed.
“No,” Yunho says, tossing the pants across the room and sliding one of his fingers in his mouth. Jaejoong watches the movement closely; he doesn‘t move in an inch as Yunho extracts the digit from between his lips. “That’s perfect.”
- - -
Jaejoong knows pain. To some extent. He’s aware of the dull throbbing from a stubbed toe, and the tingling sensation of numb extremities, but even before Yunho is nudging himself into Jaejoong’s backside, Jaejoong can tell that it’s going to be rough.
It’s not as if they’ve actually hit any milestones when Jaejoong begins to freak out. Yunho has successfully gotten the head of his dick into Jaejoong when the pressure is too much.
“O-oh, shit.” Jaejoong whimpers. “Please stop.” And when Yunho doesn’t hear him, Jaejoong panics and smacks his shoulder. “Stop, Yunho!”
Yunho looks up apologetically, saying, “I’m sorry.” He stills and allows Jaejoong to stretch a little. “You need to relax, Jaejoong.” Yunho suggests. “Or It’s going to hurt.”
“It’s gonna hurt anyway!” Jaejoong yells. “Jesus, jesus, jesus what am I doing?“
“Is he supposed to know?“ Yunho asks.
“Maybe we should just rip of the bandaid.”
“I don’t think we can,” Yunho says. “I could tear something. That’s really dangerous. Just relax.”
A moment of silence falls between the two as Jaejoong throws his arm over his eyes and breathes deeply. The sudden and rapid beating of water against the window reignites Jaejoong’s desire to just get it over with.
“God. It’s raining.”
“Mmmm.” Yunho hums in agreement, nudging his way in a little further. “Is this the part where you’re hoping I say, ‘Oh, shit, I left my car windows down! I’ll be right back’.”
Jaejoong laughs quietly to himself. Yunho can feel the soft vibrations of Jaejoong’s laughter through his cock and he rolls up into Jaejoong’s body a little more, out of instinct more then anything. Jaejoong stops laughing and bites his arm.
“You’re doing great,” Yunho manages to say, though it comes out more primal then intended. There’s a rasp to his voice that can only be attributed to the immense pressure of Jaejoong’s tight ass. “Hooooly shiiiit.”
Jaejoong squeezes his eyes closed. His head slowly comes off of the pillow as he leans closer to where Yunho is loomed over him, arms winding slowly around Yunho’s large shoulders. “T-this is r-really h-hur, ooh- hurting.” Jaejoong tells him, holding tighter as Yunho pushes in that last inch.
Yunho wants to ask if he should stop, but he can’t do it. He comforts himself with the notion of Jaejoong being old and wise enough to ask for what he wants. If it hurts too much and he can’t take it anymore, he’ll have to say something.
“I’m sorry,” He says, instead.
Jaejoong sniffs. “Have I lost my virginity yet?”
Yunho laughs. “I’m in.” He winks and wiggles his hips. Jaejoong wiggles with him, huffing through his nose as he feels the strong burn of penetration.
“Can I move you a little?” Yunho asks.
“Like how?” Jaejoong responds nervously. “Like, turn me around?” Because, even though this wasn’t supposed to be personal, that would be an asinine move. Jaejoong doesn’t want his face smashed in a pillow, to be completely honest.
“Just your leg.” Yunho says, hooking his arm under the crease of Jaejoong’s leg and heaving it up over his shoulder. Jaejoong lets go of Yunho’s shoulders and drops his arms above his head, closing his eyes and trying not to scream when Yunho has another inch of room to move around. Face to face, Yunho says against Jaejoong’s cheek. “I hear this is better.”
Jaejoong can’t think of a response, and so he rides out the feeling of Yunho pulling out. He grits his teeth and waits for Yunho to push back in, to which he mewls and arches his back because it still hurts.
“You’re okay, you’re okay.” Yunho breathes, rubbing a slow circle on Jaejoong’s thigh as he continues to thrust lightly. “Ooh, God.”
Jaejoong takes a deep breath in through his nose. “It’s getting better.” He whispers.
Yunho doesn’t respond, clearly caught up in the effort of not busting his load too soon. Jaejoong continues to wait it out, and until the movements get easier, Jaejoong bears with the uncomfortable feeling.
There is a feeling that Jaejoong can’t explain. It happens two minutes in and it’s just foreign enough to make him call out loudly. Yunho halts immediately, looking down at Jaejoong. “What!” He asks.
“I just… I felt….”
Yunho takes a relaxed breath and continues. Keeping at the same angle, he pushes again and, to Jaejoong’s surprise, the feeling returns. It’s a soft sort of pressure that shoots through him; a slow tingling in his backside that promises to bring good things, and Jaejoong can’t help that he moves his hips a little to match Yunho’s thrusts. He has to feel that again. He has to feel it until it stops making him feel amazing.
“That’s right,” Yunho encourages, smiling down at Jaejoong. “Keep movin’.”
Jaejoong rolls his hips. “God, feels so…”
Jaejoong tries to ignore the slapping sound of Yunho’s skin meeting his skin as things pick up, but it’s getting louder, faster, and it’s turning him on. Yunho is panting on top of him, still going. Jaejoong is feeling every push and pull of Yunho’s body. He feels great. A soft sensation is crawling up his back. He’s hard as a rock.
“C-can you touch me?” He asks Yunho, because it’s been four minutes and he doesn’t want to overdo it. “A-ah…”
Yunho reaches between them and takes Jaejoong into his hand, fingers closed securely around the bulk of him. “I got you.” Yunho says. He slides his hand up and down the shaft twice, listening for Jaejoong’s moans of approval. He twists his wrist, runs his thumb over the head, begins to pump again. It’s better then Jaejoong was hoping for.
Yunho’s hips are moving erratically, and Jaejoong chances a look at him, watching as Yunho’s eyes begin to roll back into his head. Watching it causes Jaejoong to lose control of himself, his body hitting a crescendo and his vision going white.
- - -
Jaejoong’s things are all over the place. Fuck picking up everything, he’ll have to sneak back in here tomorrow and grab his stuff. For now, he’s getting the hell out before Yunho wakes up.
How did they fall asleep? How did they have sex three times? How did Jaejoong enjoy it so much that, surprise, he kind of wants Yunho to do it again. As if cheesy romance novels hadn’t done enough damage, Jaejoong reminds himself that attachment isn’t necessary.
“Riiiiight,” Yunho moans from the bed. He rolls over, eyes still closed.
“Sleep talker.” Jaejoong mumbles, pulling on a shirt that absolutely belongs to a girl. “My boobs are hanging out.” He continues.
“GGGGoooooooooood.” Yunho cries.
Jaejoong is startled enough that he grabs his student ID and pushes it in his pocket as he’s running out of the door.
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