title: night air
pairing: Jaesu
genre: drama, romance, smut
rating: nc-17
length: one shot, 1700 words
a/n: I wish you all a very happy Jaejoong birthday! ♥
Night Air
Night air has the strangest flavour,
space to breathe it time to savour.
All that night air has to lend me,
till the morning makes me angry.
Night Air - Jamie Woon
It was at night when I first met my mate. I was standing on a rock in the surge, letting the raging waves of water hit my body, letting the singing of the ocean wash over me and my heart dance to the rhythm of it, letting my lungs breathe in the scent of the night and my mouth tasting its strangeness, when I saw him a short distance into the water, doing the same.
In that moment I knew what it was like to fall in love at first sight. I don’t know what exactly about him captured me; maybe it was that I completely understood what he was trying to do - becoming one with the universe. Or maybe, it was his hot body and his attractive gaze that froze me into a statue when he caught me staring. I’m sure that my heart skipped a beat when he shyly lowered his eyes and gave me permission to come closer. That’s what we did from the very beginning, we talked in body-language, and we understood each other. The first ever words that were spoken between us were only the basics for an introduction. We met half-way in the waters and my breathing was a mess by then while his heart-beat was in the same state, I could feel it because our chests touched.
“Hey,” I said breathlessly.
“H-Hi,” he responded with a light laughter shaking his husky voice. I could feel it waft over my lips. “Nice to meet you.”
“Yeah,” I smiled. “My name is Jaejoong, what’s yours?”
“Junsu,” he said.
And then we kissed. We kissed as if we didn’t need the night air to breathe, we were only depended on each other, me hanging on his lips and he on mine, me sucking at his tongue and he on mine, me drinking his unspoken words and he mine. That wasn’t enough though, we both needed more.
He put his arms around my shoulders and pressed me closer against him, that was the only warning I got before he climbed up my thighs and wrapped his strong legs around my hips, pressing his growing arousal against mine in the waters. Thanks to the ocean carrying his weight for me, he was very light when I wrapped my arms around his prominent buttocks to support him. He moaned into my mouth as he rocked his agile body against me with every passing wave and I almost came by the sheer brilliantness of it.
But I held back, I had to, knowing that upcoming was the best moment of my previous life. We made love in the ocean and night air was our only witness.
I tore open his white button-down shirt that seemed bluish in the night and licked at the goose bumps on his chest as well as his erect nipples. He whimpered against my head and tugged at my hair but I knew he was enjoying it as much. When he pulled me up by some strands for another kiss, I hissed and knew it was time, I couldn’t wait any longer.
I let him tear off my own button-down shirt before I ripped a hole in his trousers at the crack of his arse. I couldn’t lose the contact to him for that space of time it would take to get him off my hips and take off the pants, however long it would be. I was insecure and just needed my mate as close as I could get him. He didn’t complain, what my lovely mate did instead was pulling down my zip and freeing my cock and my balls.
I let him give them a few, fantastic strokes before I lifted him a bit with my arms and he positioned my cock in the right place. I looked at him and waited for a sign to start; he turned his head back and lifted his eyes to mine, understanding immediately and nodding once. I kissed him deeply and messily, still amazed at how our silent communication worked, before I plunged into him.
He buried his fingers into the skin of my shoulders and threw his head back, moaning widely and exposing his beautiful throat that got a few bites from me. I worked my way to either side of his neck where I kissed, licked, nipped, and sucked him, being apologetic that I passed over any preparation. He answered my lame excuses by his soft gaze and a following kiss on my forehead that told me it was all right because he wanted it, too.
The next time our mouths met was so hard that his teeth drew blood from my bottom lip. He soothed it with his tongue before he moved his lips to my ear where he nipped and breathed against my shell, it was erratic and anticipating, telling me he adjusted well by then.
Another sign for me to start thrusting was a most intimate squeeze he gave that let me see black despite the darkness that was surrounding us. He was so tight; I could do nothing but moan for a while.
After that I thrust so hard and fast into him that the water splashed around us, building new waves that created interferences with the natural ones from the ocean. What I cared more about though, was the water was helping us move against each other, it made Junsu jumping in my lap and ramming down on my cock the easiest enjoyment.
With every thrust of my hips he groaned into my ear, gripping me tightly around my triceps so he wouldn’t fall off, I wouldn’t have let him anyway. I muffled my own moans by biting into his lean shoulder. I will never forget the taste of his skin. During sex in the ocean at night it had its own flavour.
I can’t remember when, it could have been five minutes, months, years or a moment in heaven later when he gripped his neglected but swollen cock between us and stroked it rapidly up and down, letting me know he was close. I put my own hand over his and he let me take over the pleasant job with a thankful kiss against my jaw and another squeeze around my cock, bringing me completely over the bridge.
I never came so hard in my life before. I came in long streams deep inside of him, crying his name and seeing stars that weren’t in the sky. I almost let him fall when my knees gave away but I stabilized us in the last moment. He grabbed me tightly in every possible way when I stroked him to his own climax. I wanted to weep when he screamed my name for the first time and his warm come decorated my hand in the water.
I hated the waves that washed away the traces of our love, I still hate them. I hate the stormy waves of the ocean every time I’m at the beach at night, because they remind me of him. Remembering my first sight of him, dancing in the waters, shaking off gushers from his hair with closed eyes, trying to become one with his surroundings, makes me cry. Remembering our love-making during night air at the beach makes me angry with a rage that doesn’t ebb away even after long hours of hitting and kicking at the waters in the ocean. Because I know I can’t have that moment back, I can’t have him back.
We had a fight during our first anniversary of being together. He didn’t have time for me and I didn’t have it to meet him, our jobs kept us busy. I was very worried that day, our relationship was strained since we couldn’t meet that often, and I feared a conversation on the phone was the last one we held. But I didn’t want to lose him; he was my night-mate after all and the missing piece to my incomplete soul.
So, I did the only natural thing that came to my mind, I skipped work, hopped into my car and sped off to meet him instantly. What I couldn’t know was that my lovely mate had a similar inner restlessness and did the same to meet me.
The next thing that happened is something that I can neither remember completely, nor ever forget. There was an accident on the road. Somehow, as if we gravitated towards each other, we met in the middle and crashed into each other, Junsu and me.
I woke up in a hospital the next day, they told me he died.
I go to our beach every night, to meet my night-mate in the waters and ask him why he left me, to let my rage out on the waves and ask the man in heaven why he took my Junsu from me. It’s the only thing that I ever do nowadays, the only thing that keeps me going and that I have the energy for.
Today it’s especially hard since it would be our second anniversary if he were alive. I fight with the waves and cry in the ocean for hours, from the pitch-black night till the break of dawn, not caring about my health.
Later, I powerlessly carry myself to the hut at the beach, the place we often rented together and which I call my home now. The most bizarre thing happens when I open the door - it is being pulled inwards.
“J-Junsu?” There he stands, right in front of me with his fully unharmed body, knocking the breath out of my lungs completely. He starts to cry.
“Jaejoong?” he asks miserably. “I thought I felt your aura behind that door...”
“I... I don’t understand- you died in that car accident!”
“Jaejoong, it wasn’t me who died in the car accident.”
I still don’t understand a thing, is fate playing a nasty trick on me? What he says next shocks me more.
“It was you.”
“What?”
The End.