THIS IS HOW WE LOVE. [PART ONE]
Title: This is us and how we love.
Pairing: TaecBeom / JaeYeon
Type: One shot
Rating: NC-17
Damn, why were things so tense lately? TaecYeon found himself asking that question everyday recently. Slowly walking down the corridor, he headed for the dance practice rooms, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He was always so stiff when he woke up, no wonder, TaecYeon couldn't sleep very well due to sacrificing his large bed to the maknae, Chansung, who was currently ill. Chansung liked to sleep on the floor, though Taecyeon refused to do that. Instead, he had forced Khun to sleep on the top bunk bed.Damn, why were bunkbeds so small? TaecYeon found that his feet stuck out of the end of the bed, which made sleeping incredibly uncomfortable. Though he was willing to abre through it for the sake of Chansung's health. Turning on his heel, the rapper continued to walk, brushing past a few members of staff as yelling could be heard. Cocking his head to the side, TaecYeon listened intently to the voice that seemed so angry.. it as a familiar voice... he approached the room it was coming from.. oh.. his eyes fell upon the small frame of his leader. It was JaeBeom.
Why was he angry? JaeBeom rarely shown when he was annoyed, at least.. to such a extent anyway. using a hand to rub at his own face, TaecYeon mustered a few words. "Hyung, what's wrong?" he asked in a dazed tone, only to recieve a vaugely icy glare from JaeBeom. "Nothing." Came the eventual reply as JaeBeom motioned for TaecYeon to step inside of the dance room. Doing as he was told, TaecYeon stepped inside, closing the dance room door as he prepared himself for the wrath of the leader. Though JaeBeom merely paced for a moment, glancing at TaecYeon every now and then. "We were seen" came his next words, his Seattle accent panging through his Korean. TaecYeon felt his palms begin to sweat, his eyes widening faintly. "W-what? what do you mean?" he stammered like a shocked fool, he and JaeBeom had gone out drinking a few nights a go. They had slipped into conversation about their lives in America and their past relationships with girls.. TaecYeon had spilled his heart to his leader and JaeBeom had comforted him.... with a kiss. Feeling himself become flushed, TaecYeon looked away. The kiss had only lasted a few seconds, both of them were equally shocked and slightly repulsed by it, so why couldn't TaecYeon stop thinking about it? Eyeing JaeBeom for a moment, he tried to form a few words. "I've lied my ass off to our manager, said it was fanservice and just a drunken dabble. They're buying it and I expect you to say the same thing, you hear me?" JaeBeom's words were tense, dripping with slight panic as he crouched down to tighten his shoelaces. TaecYeon couldn't help but feel.... hurt? why? He wasn't sure. But the cold attitude JaeBeom was giving him did nothing but fuel his confusion. "Is that how it felt to you?" TaecYeon said aloud, shocking himself with such words. This caused JaeBeom to look up at him, a small but hesitant frown passing his lips before he answered; "I don't want to talk about it." Standing up, JaeBeom brushed past his friend and headed towards the door. He didn't want to talk to TaecYeon about this, he didn't want to remember what they had done, yet.. he just couldn't forget it.
Feeling a hand clamp itself around his wrist, JaeBeom was yanked away from the door, from escape. TaecYeon now keeping his leader close to his body as he looked down at him. "Tell me Jae" his tone was on the verge of pleading. TaecYeon had to know, he needed to know if JaeBeom had felt it too. That spark.. that longing. JaeBeom refused to make eye contact. He felt so torn inside, a guy shouldn't feel like this about one of his best friends, right? Then why did he feel this way? Feeling anger begin to build up inside of him, JaeBeom forced his hazel orbs to meet the soulful eyes of TaecYeon. "Do you want me to say yes?" he hissed "Do you want me to tell you that it turned me on? is that it, Taec?" wrenching himself from the younger boys grip, JaeBeom turned to face him. "You shouldn't feel like that. I shouldn't feel like this." He continued to deny what was plain to see. Whilst JaeBeom spoke, TaecYeon merely watched, the leaders words falling on deaf ears. "We're both guys, friends, we shouldn't of done it!" "Jae..." "And that's why you have to stick with the story I gave them" "Jae..." "Are you even listening to me, Taec?" "Jae!" TaecYeon grabbed JaeBeom by the front of his vest, yanking the boy towards him. "Just tell me the truth." He just wanted to know. Glaring up at TaecYeon, JaeBeom allowed a hiss to pass through his lips, looking away before he began to speak. "No bu--" that was all TaecYeon needed to hear. No, it wasn't just a drunken kiss. Silencing JaeBeom with his own lips, the rapper forced the older male into a kiss. His fingers hooking around JaeBeom's hips, pulling him closer as more of his tongue began to explore the singers mouth. Brushing over his gums, messaging his tongue as Taec continued to explore. His eyes opening in shock as he felt a hand clamp itself around the back of his head, ramming their heads closer together. Jae?! The leader's eyes were staring into's Taecs, almost as if to say "Shut up." Breaking away, TaecYeon wrapped his arms around the shorter one. "Hyung, you're a stubborn old man" he uttered quietly, JaeBeom returned the remark with a slight smirk, his eyes glinting with mischeif as he was held.
It was true, JaeBeom had enjoyed the kiss. It was all he could think about, how their lips melted against each other, how their hands had wandered to explore their bodies. He couldn't forget it. He couldn't forget that feeling.. he couldn't forget how turned on he was by it. Regaining his composure, JaeBeom tugged away from TaecYeon. "We need to practice" he spoked once more, his tone lighter. Had TaecYeon's kiss help lessen the strain of being media's target for this week? TaecYeon felt a frown twist itself upon his lips. Approaching his leader, both arms slid down the firm, almost solid sides of JaeBeom, leaning his chest against the leader's shoulder blades, TaecYeon didn't want the moment to stop. This moment.. where he felt content in the grasp of JaeBeom, where he felt happy. "Not yet.." he seemed to purr, his lips brushing over the outershell of JaeBeom's ear. This seemed to make the singer shiver, chills running down his spine to the lustful tone of TaecYeon's voice. Pushing JaeBeom up against the mirrored wall of the dance room, TaecYeon used his own strength to keep the boy from moving as a hand wandered over the washboard abdomen of his leader. Listening to JaeBeom withold a few throaty gasps as the rapper groped at his flesh. A few nails raked over JaeBeom's olive skin as TaecYeon began to plant kisses upon each patch of exposed flesh. Wishing to caress and touch every part of this person, the rapper tugged at JaeBeom's clothes, wishing for them to vanish instantly. He wasn't going to need them, not for much longer.
Pushing a hand into the boys pants, Taec ignored Jae's growls of; "what are you doing?!" hushing the boy with a small and slightly sweeter kiss to the lips, Taec slid his hand inside. His fingers nestled against JaeBeom's hardening cock. Stroking the ever swelling tip with his finger tips, Taec listened as JaeBeom grunted faintly, writhing faintly in the rappers grasp. JaeBeom's eyes seemed to roll around for a moment, a hand grabbing a fistful of Taecyeon's shirt as he tried to fight back. "Taec.." he hissed through clenched teeth, this really amused TaecYeon. JaeBeom seemed to want to heavily deny enjoy this, but his body just didn't want to play up to the leader's manly and "straight" image. No. his body was telling TaecYeon a entirely different story. Lapping at the leader's jaw line, he ignored the strained growl that left Jae's lips. "Stop being so tense.. I know you like this..." he uttered softly into JaeBeom's ear before circling the cup of flesh with his tongue. Working his fingers over JaeBeom's erection, his fingers massaging the tip, pulling and pushing at the length of muscle as finally, Jaebeom let a moan pass through his lips. TaecYeon used his own mouth to quieten down JaeBeom, thier lips meshing together, his leaders tongue fiercely sliding inside the rappers mouth, groaning into it lightly as he felt himself tense. TaecYeon's hand clamping down on JaeBeom cock as he pumped away at it, Jae now burrying his head into the taller males shoulder, a loud and slightly tense "Fuck" left his lips, cursing in English as he felt precum seep from the tip of his dick. The dampness merely aided to the pleasure that he felt, shuddering, his hips bucked faintly as come began to work its way into TaecYeon's hand. "F-Fuck Taec.." JaeBeom blurted, his hand fisting at his dongsaeng's hair, tugging at it lightly as he came. A stammered gasp passed the singers lips as he tried to keep his composure, Taecyeons tongue trailing over his lips for a moment in attempts to keep JaeBeom quiet. They couldn't get caught doing this, could they now? TaecYeon felt a small groan pass his own lips as he felt JaeBeom's nails pierce through his clothes, digging into his back as JaeBeom roughly clawed at his dongsaeng.
"Take them off" JaeBeom commanded, regaining his voice. TaecYeon blinked, slightly taken a back by his leaders orders. Though he couldn't help but feel amused by JaeBeom's command. Keeping a firm grip on his hyung, TaecYeon shook his head faintly, their cheek's brushing as he spoke into his partner's ear. "You must be mistaken hyung..... I'm in charge" he uttered, feeling JaeBeom tense in his grasp, TaecYeon smiled, his cheek still against JaeBeom's as he heard the leader hiss; "you bastard."
( I think I went a bit overboard XDDDD so the rest will be posted in the next entry! )
Pairing: TaecBeom / JaeYeon
Type: One shot
Rating: NC-17
Damn, why were things so tense lately? TaecYeon found himself asking that question everyday recently. Slowly walking down the corridor, he headed for the dance practice rooms, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He was always so stiff when he woke up, no wonder, TaecYeon couldn't sleep very well due to sacrificing his large bed to the maknae, Chansung, who was currently ill. Chansung liked to sleep on the floor, though Taecyeon refused to do that. Instead, he had forced Khun to sleep on the top bunk bed.Damn, why were bunkbeds so small? TaecYeon found that his feet stuck out of the end of the bed, which made sleeping incredibly uncomfortable. Though he was willing to abre through it for the sake of Chansung's health. Turning on his heel, the rapper continued to walk, brushing past a few members of staff as yelling could be heard. Cocking his head to the side, TaecYeon listened intently to the voice that seemed so angry.. it as a familiar voice... he approached the room it was coming from.. oh.. his eyes fell upon the small frame of his leader. It was JaeBeom.
Why was he angry? JaeBeom rarely shown when he was annoyed, at least.. to such a extent anyway. using a hand to rub at his own face, TaecYeon mustered a few words. "Hyung, what's wrong?" he asked in a dazed tone, only to recieve a vaugely icy glare from JaeBeom. "Nothing." Came the eventual reply as JaeBeom motioned for TaecYeon to step inside of the dance room. Doing as he was told, TaecYeon stepped inside, closing the dance room door as he prepared himself for the wrath of the leader. Though JaeBeom merely paced for a moment, glancing at TaecYeon every now and then. "We were seen" came his next words, his Seattle accent panging through his Korean. TaecYeon felt his palms begin to sweat, his eyes widening faintly. "W-what? what do you mean?" he stammered like a shocked fool, he and JaeBeom had gone out drinking a few nights a go. They had slipped into conversation about their lives in America and their past relationships with girls.. TaecYeon had spilled his heart to his leader and JaeBeom had comforted him.... with a kiss. Feeling himself become flushed, TaecYeon looked away. The kiss had only lasted a few seconds, both of them were equally shocked and slightly repulsed by it, so why couldn't TaecYeon stop thinking about it? Eyeing JaeBeom for a moment, he tried to form a few words. "I've lied my ass off to our manager, said it was fanservice and just a drunken dabble. They're buying it and I expect you to say the same thing, you hear me?" JaeBeom's words were tense, dripping with slight panic as he crouched down to tighten his shoelaces. TaecYeon couldn't help but feel.... hurt? why? He wasn't sure. But the cold attitude JaeBeom was giving him did nothing but fuel his confusion. "Is that how it felt to you?" TaecYeon said aloud, shocking himself with such words. This caused JaeBeom to look up at him, a small but hesitant frown passing his lips before he answered; "I don't want to talk about it." Standing up, JaeBeom brushed past his friend and headed towards the door. He didn't want to talk to TaecYeon about this, he didn't want to remember what they had done, yet.. he just couldn't forget it.
Feeling a hand clamp itself around his wrist, JaeBeom was yanked away from the door, from escape. TaecYeon now keeping his leader close to his body as he looked down at him. "Tell me Jae" his tone was on the verge of pleading. TaecYeon had to know, he needed to know if JaeBeom had felt it too. That spark.. that longing. JaeBeom refused to make eye contact. He felt so torn inside, a guy shouldn't feel like this about one of his best friends, right? Then why did he feel this way? Feeling anger begin to build up inside of him, JaeBeom forced his hazel orbs to meet the soulful eyes of TaecYeon. "Do you want me to say yes?" he hissed "Do you want me to tell you that it turned me on? is that it, Taec?" wrenching himself from the younger boys grip, JaeBeom turned to face him. "You shouldn't feel like that. I shouldn't feel like this." He continued to deny what was plain to see. Whilst JaeBeom spoke, TaecYeon merely watched, the leaders words falling on deaf ears. "We're both guys, friends, we shouldn't of done it!" "Jae..." "And that's why you have to stick with the story I gave them" "Jae..." "Are you even listening to me, Taec?" "Jae!" TaecYeon grabbed JaeBeom by the front of his vest, yanking the boy towards him. "Just tell me the truth." He just wanted to know. Glaring up at TaecYeon, JaeBeom allowed a hiss to pass through his lips, looking away before he began to speak. "No bu--" that was all TaecYeon needed to hear. No, it wasn't just a drunken kiss. Silencing JaeBeom with his own lips, the rapper forced the older male into a kiss. His fingers hooking around JaeBeom's hips, pulling him closer as more of his tongue began to explore the singers mouth. Brushing over his gums, messaging his tongue as Taec continued to explore. His eyes opening in shock as he felt a hand clamp itself around the back of his head, ramming their heads closer together. Jae?! The leader's eyes were staring into's Taecs, almost as if to say "Shut up." Breaking away, TaecYeon wrapped his arms around the shorter one. "Hyung, you're a stubborn old man" he uttered quietly, JaeBeom returned the remark with a slight smirk, his eyes glinting with mischeif as he was held.
It was true, JaeBeom had enjoyed the kiss. It was all he could think about, how their lips melted against each other, how their hands had wandered to explore their bodies. He couldn't forget it. He couldn't forget that feeling.. he couldn't forget how turned on he was by it. Regaining his composure, JaeBeom tugged away from TaecYeon. "We need to practice" he spoked once more, his tone lighter. Had TaecYeon's kiss help lessen the strain of being media's target for this week? TaecYeon felt a frown twist itself upon his lips. Approaching his leader, both arms slid down the firm, almost solid sides of JaeBeom, leaning his chest against the leader's shoulder blades, TaecYeon didn't want the moment to stop. This moment.. where he felt content in the grasp of JaeBeom, where he felt happy. "Not yet.." he seemed to purr, his lips brushing over the outershell of JaeBeom's ear. This seemed to make the singer shiver, chills running down his spine to the lustful tone of TaecYeon's voice. Pushing JaeBeom up against the mirrored wall of the dance room, TaecYeon used his own strength to keep the boy from moving as a hand wandered over the washboard abdomen of his leader. Listening to JaeBeom withold a few throaty gasps as the rapper groped at his flesh. A few nails raked over JaeBeom's olive skin as TaecYeon began to plant kisses upon each patch of exposed flesh. Wishing to caress and touch every part of this person, the rapper tugged at JaeBeom's clothes, wishing for them to vanish instantly. He wasn't going to need them, not for much longer.
Pushing a hand into the boys pants, Taec ignored Jae's growls of; "what are you doing?!" hushing the boy with a small and slightly sweeter kiss to the lips, Taec slid his hand inside. His fingers nestled against JaeBeom's hardening cock. Stroking the ever swelling tip with his finger tips, Taec listened as JaeBeom grunted faintly, writhing faintly in the rappers grasp. JaeBeom's eyes seemed to roll around for a moment, a hand grabbing a fistful of Taecyeon's shirt as he tried to fight back. "Taec.." he hissed through clenched teeth, this really amused TaecYeon. JaeBeom seemed to want to heavily deny enjoy this, but his body just didn't want to play up to the leader's manly and "straight" image. No. his body was telling TaecYeon a entirely different story. Lapping at the leader's jaw line, he ignored the strained growl that left Jae's lips. "Stop being so tense.. I know you like this..." he uttered softly into JaeBeom's ear before circling the cup of flesh with his tongue. Working his fingers over JaeBeom's erection, his fingers massaging the tip, pulling and pushing at the length of muscle as finally, Jaebeom let a moan pass through his lips. TaecYeon used his own mouth to quieten down JaeBeom, thier lips meshing together, his leaders tongue fiercely sliding inside the rappers mouth, groaning into it lightly as he felt himself tense. TaecYeon's hand clamping down on JaeBeom cock as he pumped away at it, Jae now burrying his head into the taller males shoulder, a loud and slightly tense "Fuck" left his lips, cursing in English as he felt precum seep from the tip of his dick. The dampness merely aided to the pleasure that he felt, shuddering, his hips bucked faintly as come began to work its way into TaecYeon's hand. "F-Fuck Taec.." JaeBeom blurted, his hand fisting at his dongsaeng's hair, tugging at it lightly as he came. A stammered gasp passed the singers lips as he tried to keep his composure, Taecyeons tongue trailing over his lips for a moment in attempts to keep JaeBeom quiet. They couldn't get caught doing this, could they now? TaecYeon felt a small groan pass his own lips as he felt JaeBeom's nails pierce through his clothes, digging into his back as JaeBeom roughly clawed at his dongsaeng.
"Take them off" JaeBeom commanded, regaining his voice. TaecYeon blinked, slightly taken a back by his leaders orders. Though he couldn't help but feel amused by JaeBeom's command. Keeping a firm grip on his hyung, TaecYeon shook his head faintly, their cheek's brushing as he spoke into his partner's ear. "You must be mistaken hyung..... I'm in charge" he uttered, feeling JaeBeom tense in his grasp, TaecYeon smiled, his cheek still against JaeBeom's as he heard the leader hiss; "you bastard."
( I think I went a bit overboard XDDDD so the rest will be posted in the next entry! )