[Fic] Game. Set. Match.
Title: Game. Set. Match.
Author: Bri.
Rating: Pg-13. A little boy on boy action (but that’s what we’re all here for.)
Pairing: Jaejoong/Heechul - JaeCin
A/N: This was supposed to be crack, but then it took a turn down some uncharted road after the first section. Oh well. Slightly OOC, or maybe just the extremities of their characters? Inspired by the belief that JaeCin is not only lesbianism, but narcissism as well.
When Heechul first hears of the new trainee he is understandably skeptical.
“He’s even prettier than you, hyung,” Youngoon says. Heechul snorts derisively. Yeah, like that was possible.
Heechul first sets eyes upon this new arrival from across the cafeteria. He is small and compact, with the tiniest waist Heechul has ever seen. His features are elfin, his eyes a bit too large in his thin face. His chin length black hair frames his face, and shows off the milky paleness of his skin.
“He’s… cute,” Heechul concedes to Donghae and Yunho, next to him at the table, “in a starved, street urchin sense of course.”
Donghae snorts so hard that he chokes on his green tea, before collapsing into a fit of coughing giggles. When Heechul looks to Yunho for a reaction he realizes that Yunho’s attention is trained elsewhere. Specifically, on the new trainee who is now shyly laughing at Junsu and Hyukjae’s antics with a bowl of kimchi.
Heechul glances back to Yunho and notices the rapt, almost obsessed, way in which he stares at the new boy. Heechul feels his temper flare the slightest bit out of control.
As he leaves the cafeteria a few minutes later, he notices the assessing glance that the new boy slides Yunho, before turning to Heechul, a challenge in his eyes. Heechul grits his teeth and glares silently back, before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
So it was like that, was it? Bring it on.
Over the next few weeks Heechul watches as Yunho is drawn to Kim Jaejoong like a thirsty man to water. Heechul sees the looks Jaejoong slants Yunho - all innocent smiles and naïve eyes. Heechul also sees the look on Jaejoong’s face when Yunho glances away for a rare moment - triumph.
Heechul sees Yunho slip away from him little by little, enraptured by the street boy with the angelic voice and shy smile. And, little by little Heechul’s temper boils until he corners Jaejoong in the empty dance hall, late one afternoon.
“I’m onto you,” Heechul bites out as he pins Jaejoong’s hands to the wall behind him. Jaejoong simply smiles in confusion.
“Wipe that look off your face,” Heechul says, “you know exactly what I’m talking about. I wrote the book on teasing and temptation, so don’t think that you can run my own game and I won’t notice.”
Jaejoong laughs lightly, a trill of sound and warm breath in Heechul’s face. “Jealous, are you?” Jaejoong’s eyes turn from laughing, to hard and predatory as he flips Heechul over, gaining the position of dominance.
“Perfect.” His voice is a bare whisper before his lips crash down on Heechul’s in a bruising kiss. Heechul squeaks, surprised to find soft lips moving over his. He wraps his fingers around Jaejoong’s biceps to push him off. But his grip turns to a caress and his squeak to a whimper as Jaejoong slowly pulls his lower lip into his mouth and suckles it softly.
Heechul gasps at the soft pressure of Jaejoong’s teeth along his lip. Jaejoong seizes the moment to slide his tongue into Heechul mouth, deepening the kiss. Heechul’s fingers make their own way along Jaejoong’s neck to tangle in the soft dark hair at his neck, as Jaejoong presses him harder into the wall behind him, stretching along Heechul’s body to slide even deeper into his mouth.
When they pull away from each other in the next moment, desperately gasping for air, Heechul takes a second to look, really look at Jaejoong. He realizes that over the past few weeks as he’s watched Yunho-watch-Jaejoong-watch-Yunho he’s really been watching Jaejoong. And wishing that the looks Jaejoong has been throwing at Yunho were really directed at him.
Heechul watches now as the tip of Jaejoong’s tongue sneaks out to moisten the corner of his mouth. Jaejoong turns his gaze on Heechul, full of the fire that Heechul has noticed in the past… and something else.
“I’ve been waiting for you to finally confront me for weeks,” he says, confusing Heechul even further. “But, I will admit that Yunho and I’ve had fun chasing you.”
Heechul snorts, indignant at the audacity of the young upstart fresh from the streets of Seoul. He reverses their positions once more, catching Jaejoong’s hands and holding them in his fist above Jaejoong’s head.
“You think that you’ve won, dongsaeng?” Heechul breathes into Jaejoong’s ear, biting into the lobe, smiling when Jaejoong arches his neck. “Just because you managed to outmaneuver me in one game doesn’t mean you know how to play.”
He’ll ask about the Yunho comment later.
As usual, comments are welcomed (if you see this twice... sorry?)
Author: Bri.
Rating: Pg-13. A little boy on boy action (but that’s what we’re all here for.)
Pairing: Jaejoong/Heechul - JaeCin
A/N: This was supposed to be crack, but then it took a turn down some uncharted road after the first section. Oh well. Slightly OOC, or maybe just the extremities of their characters? Inspired by the belief that JaeCin is not only lesbianism, but narcissism as well.
When Heechul first hears of the new trainee he is understandably skeptical.
“He’s even prettier than you, hyung,” Youngoon says. Heechul snorts derisively. Yeah, like that was possible.
Heechul first sets eyes upon this new arrival from across the cafeteria. He is small and compact, with the tiniest waist Heechul has ever seen. His features are elfin, his eyes a bit too large in his thin face. His chin length black hair frames his face, and shows off the milky paleness of his skin.
“He’s… cute,” Heechul concedes to Donghae and Yunho, next to him at the table, “in a starved, street urchin sense of course.”
Donghae snorts so hard that he chokes on his green tea, before collapsing into a fit of coughing giggles. When Heechul looks to Yunho for a reaction he realizes that Yunho’s attention is trained elsewhere. Specifically, on the new trainee who is now shyly laughing at Junsu and Hyukjae’s antics with a bowl of kimchi.
Heechul glances back to Yunho and notices the rapt, almost obsessed, way in which he stares at the new boy. Heechul feels his temper flare the slightest bit out of control.
As he leaves the cafeteria a few minutes later, he notices the assessing glance that the new boy slides Yunho, before turning to Heechul, a challenge in his eyes. Heechul grits his teeth and glares silently back, before turning on his heel and leaving the room.
So it was like that, was it? Bring it on.
Over the next few weeks Heechul watches as Yunho is drawn to Kim Jaejoong like a thirsty man to water. Heechul sees the looks Jaejoong slants Yunho - all innocent smiles and naïve eyes. Heechul also sees the look on Jaejoong’s face when Yunho glances away for a rare moment - triumph.
Heechul sees Yunho slip away from him little by little, enraptured by the street boy with the angelic voice and shy smile. And, little by little Heechul’s temper boils until he corners Jaejoong in the empty dance hall, late one afternoon.
“I’m onto you,” Heechul bites out as he pins Jaejoong’s hands to the wall behind him. Jaejoong simply smiles in confusion.
“Wipe that look off your face,” Heechul says, “you know exactly what I’m talking about. I wrote the book on teasing and temptation, so don’t think that you can run my own game and I won’t notice.”
Jaejoong laughs lightly, a trill of sound and warm breath in Heechul’s face. “Jealous, are you?” Jaejoong’s eyes turn from laughing, to hard and predatory as he flips Heechul over, gaining the position of dominance.
“Perfect.” His voice is a bare whisper before his lips crash down on Heechul’s in a bruising kiss. Heechul squeaks, surprised to find soft lips moving over his. He wraps his fingers around Jaejoong’s biceps to push him off. But his grip turns to a caress and his squeak to a whimper as Jaejoong slowly pulls his lower lip into his mouth and suckles it softly.
Heechul gasps at the soft pressure of Jaejoong’s teeth along his lip. Jaejoong seizes the moment to slide his tongue into Heechul mouth, deepening the kiss. Heechul’s fingers make their own way along Jaejoong’s neck to tangle in the soft dark hair at his neck, as Jaejoong presses him harder into the wall behind him, stretching along Heechul’s body to slide even deeper into his mouth.
When they pull away from each other in the next moment, desperately gasping for air, Heechul takes a second to look, really look at Jaejoong. He realizes that over the past few weeks as he’s watched Yunho-watch-Jaejoong-watch-Yunho he’s really been watching Jaejoong. And wishing that the looks Jaejoong has been throwing at Yunho were really directed at him.
Heechul watches now as the tip of Jaejoong’s tongue sneaks out to moisten the corner of his mouth. Jaejoong turns his gaze on Heechul, full of the fire that Heechul has noticed in the past… and something else.
“I’ve been waiting for you to finally confront me for weeks,” he says, confusing Heechul even further. “But, I will admit that Yunho and I’ve had fun chasing you.”
Heechul snorts, indignant at the audacity of the young upstart fresh from the streets of Seoul. He reverses their positions once more, catching Jaejoong’s hands and holding them in his fist above Jaejoong’s head.
“You think that you’ve won, dongsaeng?” Heechul breathes into Jaejoong’s ear, biting into the lobe, smiling when Jaejoong arches his neck. “Just because you managed to outmaneuver me in one game doesn’t mean you know how to play.”
He’ll ask about the Yunho comment later.
As usual, comments are welcomed (if you see this twice... sorry?)