Y.U.N.J.A.E. [Oneshot/Prequel]
Title: Y.U.N.J.A.E. (Yearning to Understand the Nympho Just Ain't Easy)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: If I owned Yunjae, I'd bake cookies for the world 8D
Length: Oneshot (6,754 words o.o")
Genre: Smutish, romance-ish
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, sex (Of course. It's Jaejoong. x'D) and brief Min!food x'DD
Summary: Before Jaejoong and Junsu, there was Jaejoong and Yunho. They were perfect for each other: attractive, passionate and headstrong, leaving many to believe the promiscuous Kim Jaejoong would be off the market for quite a long time. But much to Jaejoong's surprise, they broke up. How did it happen? In the flurry of passion, sex and crappy hot chocolate, what was wrong with their relationship that could have crackled, hissed and sputtered hot sparks that singed the couple's fate, ultimately burning down their blazing flame of...love?
Prequel to: J.A.E.S.U. (Just After Every Slut's Underwear)
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Y.U.N.J.A.E. (Yearning to Understand the Nympho Just Ain't Easy)
It had been difficult to get Yunho.
"Hey."
The first time Jaejoong had seen him was maybe a Wednesday afternoon while he lay out on the quad in front of the honors student's dorm with Yoochun, Heechul and Changmin. It was cold as Changmin kept pointing out.
They liked to lie there after lunch every Monday, Wednesday and Friday and just exist. It was there Jaejoong learned how much he loved to just lay out on his back in the grass and stare up at the sky while life churned around him. No one paid much attention. It was there Yoochun learned to love rubbing the space just below Jaejoong's belly button. No one paid much attention.
"Who are you?"
It was there that the taller man could be seen walking--really, jogging every afternoon past the quad with a textbook in hand and a pencil behind one ear. It was there that Jaejoong learned just how long he could stare at one moving point without blinking. Or breathing.
Forty-two seconds. At least.
That was how long it took for Yunho to lightly sprint past the large quad every day bent on getting to wherever he was going relatively punctually but apparently edging towards losing the battle against time every day.
As usual Yoochun's hand began to idly slide further down Jaejoong's lower stomach into the skin below the fabric of his waistband.
It was cold enough. Jaejoong didn't need that gust of icy air shooting up his abs as the other playfully rearranged the way his jacket sat on his pale skin. It was a good enough excuse to casually remove himself from the chattering group and saunter towards the pathway Yunho would cross in about twenty seconds.
He was always barely on time.
Yunho glanced at the abyss-black hair of the man standing in front of him wearing a thick black jacket that would only glisten on him alone and the red lollipop rolling against his slick, teasing tongue as his wide, dark eyes burned against the creamy glow of his skin.
"Jaejoong." He answered with a slow swipe of his tongue against the cherry-red candy, staining his lips an even deeper shade of juicy pinkish-red.
A quirk of an eyebrow and Yunho dipped his head respectfully, however, with only a sliver of confusion. "Yunho. Nice to meet you."
Yunho stepped to his right.
Jaejoong stepped to his left.
Yunho stepped to his left.
Jaejoong stepped forward and slid a hand across the other's hip.
"Be late." It came just above a whisper, not quite like a moan but with enough rasp and husky welcome that could make the browned leaves sprinkling the ground shiver without a breath of wind.
"Excuse me?" Taking a step back just far enough to politely remove Jaejoong's slender hand from his hip, Yunho regarded the other with solemn curiosity and mild surprise.
Jaejoong moved his neglected hand up to the white stick of his lollipop, pulled the shining candy through his pursed lips, holding it there pressed against his parted lips and sucked with a muted hunger as he flicked the tip of his tongue against the part of the treat partially pushed into his mouth. He removed it with a pop, idly twirling the stick in one hand.
"Relax." He ran his tongue over his sugar-coated lips. "And breathe." Jaejoong watched steadily as Yunho inadvertently inhaled the scent of cherries, sugar and sex wafting off the tip of his tongue.
Jaejoong couldn't tell if the way Yunho cleared his throat meant his sanity had wavered and melted to the ground with the smoldering lust burning behind Jaejoong's pupils or perhaps he just had other things he'd rather do. But for now, all he could do was watch as the other man dipped in another small bow and said briskly, "I'll keep that in mind. Pardon me." He continued jogging with a glance at his golden watch.
Give it time, Jaejoong thought as he watched the other's receding back. This could be fun.
He pushed the lollipop through the smile permeating his lips.
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He was a great speaker.
The next time they'd met had been completely on accident. Changmin had begged for a companion to attend a special lecture for one of his classes and then go with him to find a place that sold good soft-serve ice cream.
Yunho was one of the few speakers, apparently held in high esteem for his contributions in his field of study.
And he looked damn good in a suit.
Jaejoong spent the entire two and a half hour lecture with a thick pulsing weight quivering in his crotch, but he leisurely leaned back in his seat anyway with half a satisfied smile on his face listening to the deep roll of the other man's voice as it cascaded like thunder-kissed rain around him.
Below the belt, Jaejoong had calmed down by the time Changmin had tugged on his sleeve to leave once the lecture was over. But his mind was still clouded as he ignored the protests of his young roommate and found Yunho at the front of the room.
Charismatic. Always had something funny, intelligent or diplomatic to say as Yunho chatted with some of the others who had found him just as interesting as Jaejoong had but probably for much different reasons.
Jaejoong patiently stood off to the side with Changmin whining about chocolate ice cream for twenty minutes before the last colleague exited through the door. The first time Yunho realized Jaejoong had been standing there still like a haunting painting, he let his gaze linger for too long before speaking.
"It's you-"
"Jaejoong."
"I know."
Jaejoong smiled. And not because Changmin had finally left to wait outside the room. The boy was young, not stupid.
"Why are you here?" The question was purely conversational. Jaejoong could tell by the clear, steady look in his eyes.
"A friend." Jaejoong matched the message in the other's eyes with his own clear and steady voice. The least he could do to counter the murky lust leaping wildly through his own eyes. "Why are you here?"
"A friend." He continued after a jump in one of Jaejoong's eyebrows. "A professor asked me to speak for him since he couldn't come. He's at a wedding."
"You're that buddy-buddy with your professors?"
"I'm a political science major. Making connections is what I do."
"You don't need to be a major in anything to befriend a professor."
"Oh? And are you undecided about your major?"
"Yes."
"Care to share your methods in cozying up to professors?"
"Cozy up with them during office hours."
The smirk threatening to break surface dissipated on Jaejoong's lips as he awaited the look of shock that never came. Yunho regarded him with the same passive acknowledgement of his existence without giving a clue as to any aversion to Jaejoong's special tactics.
"I supposed some people have their own ways," was all he said musingly, and biting his tongue was all Jaejoong could do to keep his heart from hammering through his chest at the thought of changing that calm and cool voice of a wanna be politician into animalistic guttural cries for Jaejoong to give him more.
Jaejoong let a blanket of silence settle over the two of them, refusing to respond to the other's comment in turn for watching the other as he fought through the torrent of forced awkard silence.
Yunho held his gaze for about a second longer than any other person Jaejoong would often torture with this tactic of silence but refrained from looking around the room spastically as if searching for a way out.
Instead he glanced directly from Jaejoong's unnerving gaze to the gold rimmed face of his watch, a sign that he considered ample eye contact a sign of power as well as respect, but his time was too precious to waste playing games with a man too beautiful to be called a man.
"I'm almost late for another meeting so I've got to be going."
"What kind of meeting?" The question had come as if carried by the wind and paid no mind to the silence of before or the indication of Yunho's intended departure. Jaejoong stood his ground, making no move to stop the man if he decided to leave regardless of Jaejoong's presence. He didn't.
"With friends. We're playing soccer in the park and I've got a class right after. Would you like to come?" The last part was entirely ignorable. Once again, only a gesture of tired kindness and an insincere politeness that made Jaejoong want to hiss.
"Are you always on time everywhere you go? Even with friends?" Jaejoong asked, tilting his head slightly in mock curiosity.
"I try," His voice grew a hint more gruff with impatience but imperceptible to anyone without Jaejoong's sense of social knowledge. "I'm always running from one event to another, so-"
"Be late." Jaejoong allowed the other to let it sink in that he was being commanded, an instance that Jaejoong calculated didn't happen often in Yunho's life. Then he added with a tiny smile, "Try it."
Yunho inhaled through newly tensed muscles surrounding his lungs and the tension in his lips began to show. "As an undecided major and no close acquaintance of mine, I don't see how you have the right to occupy my time and then order me to waste it."
"Am I a waste of your time?" Jaejoong inquired lightly, fighting down the smirk working its way through his lips.
"You are now."
There. Nothing could stop Jaejoong's grin now. In that one rough, curt statement, Jaejoong knew he'd broken through that prim and polished exterior and reached into the human soul that lay buried underneath. And right now that sliver of a soul was not quite pissed, but clearly insulted that Jaejoong would dare try to stand on his level.
"Would you prefer we do something more productive?" Jaejoong took a step forward. Yunho stood his ground.
"I'd rather not."
"Coffee," Jaejoong licked his lips. "I'll make it quick."
Yunho threw an impatient, heated glance at his watch again. "I'm already late now."
Jaejoong inhaled slowly through his teeth, enjoying the cool tingle of his breath ghosting his damp lips. "See how much fun it can be?"
A rush of hot air through his nose revealed just how frustrated Yunho was. Another pointed glance at his gold watch and a swing of a small black duffel bag over one shoulder and he was on his way to leaving the room without a word of good bye to the other man.
However, Jaejoong beckoned him to stop as he reached out and firmly pressed against Yunho's chest with the tips of his fingers before the other could brush past with irritation simmering just under the surface.
His breath tickling the inside of his ear, Jaejoong leaned in and whispered, "I'll leave first," with a sly smile and swivel on his heel and he was out the door.
Changmin asked no questions as the two fell in step in the hallway, their footsteps echoing off the walls.
He listened for the swing of the door behind him and the quick clack of footsteps colliding against the marble floor as the sound paused for a moment, earning a secret smile from Jaejoong he knew no one else would notice or understand, before continuing off in the other direction.
Expensive shoes. They match his watch, Jaejoong mused as the disappearance of the other man's footsteps behind him took his breath with him.
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They'd see each other on campus at random for a little over month. Sometimes on the way to class, sometimes off campus while meeting with friends. Often in situations that precluded any real conversation but never without a brief moment of recognition. A greeting on Jaejoong's part and an impersonal response from Yunho who showed no indication that the two had ever properly met more than twice in their lives.
Which was entirely true. But Jaejoong had other plans.
Their next true meeting had been wildly coincidental, a reflection of the luck Jaejoong had generally carried with him since birth.
"Hello." Yunho murmured stoically into the plastic cup of coffee he'd sipped from once Jaejoong had spotted him in the coffee shop and planted himself in the seat across from him.
"Hey, Yunho." Jaejoong purred in a deep voice with much, much more familiarity than he had properly earned, running the toe of his shoe up and down the other's ankle before Yunho predictably pulled away casually.
"What brings you here?" The apathy riding well rehearsed on the tip of Yunho's tongue when he spoke with Jaejoong gave the man a small inward shiver every time. Bored, pissed, tired, moaning, Jaejoong was sure whatever inflection that voice brought with it would bring Jaejoong to his knees with such unintended ease.
With a lift of his cup bearing the logo of the coffee shop, Jaejoong smiled as though posing for a coffee commercial, watching with peaked interest as Yunho showed no signs of amusement.
"No. What brings you to my table?" Yunho pointedly put his newspaper down and jerked his head toward the rest of the room which was almost entirely empty, save for a graduate student who'd been there since 6am.
"There's no place else to sit," Jaejoong smiled into his own plastic cup and breathed in the steaming brown liquid to warm his insides as well as to cool the business coming to life downstairs. "And I hear the coffee is good here."
"So, coffee brings you to my table?"
"I don't drink coffee. This is hot chocolate." Jaejoong couldn't help but chuckle as Yunho released a sigh in an effort to keep the cool that Jaejoong was making him lose.
With a calm flick of his wrist, Yunho raised his neglected newspaper and continued reading, casually taking a gulp of steaming hot coffee, a sure sign that Jaejoong was officially dismissed.
But Jaejoong was too intrigued. Too deeply enthralled by the bob of this man's Adam's apple as the dark, hot liquid made its way into the depths of the body Jaejoong wanted so badly to explore.
He let the silence pass by as did the minutes while the sun rose higher in the sky and people still ridden with sleep, wandered in and acted out their separate parts in life.
While he sipped his own hot chocolate, Jaejoong's eyes never left Yunho for a moment. The careful way his clean, slender fingers bended around the newspaper pages. The way he tilted his head up slightly with every confident swig of his drink before licking his delicious lips and reveling in the feel of liquid heat spreading a warm fire throughout his body against the cold of winter outside the coffee shop. It all made Jaejoong's toes curl. He wanted this man.
Jaejoong chuckled. At nothing in particular but Yunho's alert brown eyes darted from whatever article had caught his attention for the last thirty minutes to Jaejoong's own laughing ones.
Jaejoong parted his lips to answer the question perched on one of the other man's lifted eyebrows. "You wouldn't do it."
Yunho took another sip and looked back at the pages in his hand. "What are you mumbling about?"
"I was just thinking," Jaejoong mused teasingly.
"Of...?"
"Of whether or not you would even hold my hand in public."
For the first time since the two had met, Jaejoong's comment lifted both Yunho's eyebrows simultaneously and the man looked back at him with surprise and caution.
"And why are you thinking of this?"
Jaejoong took a sip of his drink before continuing but kept his eyes pinned on the other. "You're just so...contained. Like a chained up dog."
With a smile, Jaejoong watched the other clench his fist and relax. "And how does the fact that I maintain self control over myself in public make me a dog?"
"What? You don't want to resemble an animal?" Everything about Jaejoong's countenance and tone said, Play with me, but the way the tips of his fingers brushed over Yunho's knuckles gripping the newspaper for just a second said, Let me play with you.
"Why would anyone want to resemble an animal?" Yunho said dismissively, ignoring the momentary breach of personal space.
Jaejoong inhaled and exhaled before continuing. How could simply touching this man's hands suddenly make his pants too tight? "Discovery. You find out who you really are."
"And what would being a chained up dog make me?" Yunho inquired with minimal interest.
"Nothing." Jaejoong said simply. "But if you chew through the chains just once, you could find out what kind of savage wolf you could be."
He reached over with grace and confident ease and stroked the hand wrapped around the half empty or perhaps half full cup of coffee. With more intensity and desire than the testing brush of his foot on Yunho's ankle or the teasing tingle he'd left on Yunho's knuckles, Jaejoong was quite sure if he kept his hand on top of Yunho's, he himself would end up on top of Yunho right there in the middle of the coffee shop if common sense and patience weren't there to chide him into restraint.
But Jaejoong's chains were so worn from being chewed through for freedom and repaired again when it suited him situationally, there wasn't much time before one more growl from the man in front of him would send him over the neighbor's fence and into the woods where the big dogs played.
Yunho didn't pull his hand away.
For some time, he stared back at Jaejoong's darkening gaze until the newspaper floated unwanted and forgotten on the floor and the coffee grew cold.
"I'm not gay," He said just below a whisper as sprinkles of people passed by without much of second glance, caught up in their own worlds.
"I didn't ask if you were," Jaejoong countered with a defiant purse of his lips.
He continued to stare. Presumably lost in the deep, black haze of Jaejoong's dark eyes, but he appeared to be thinking, a habit Jaejoong vowed he would break him out of.
Jaejoong never got a chance to gently chide the man for using his brain when he could be using other body parts before the hand he'd been stroking released the abandoned cup of coffee and grabbed Jaejoong's hand with surprising aggression.
The other hand buried itself in Jaejoong's hair as he leaned across the table and engulfed his full, pouting mouth with his own.
The kiss started deep and only fell deeper. Their tongues swirled around each other, fighting for dominance and a sense of ownership. Both men struggled to find a certain taste within one another, something sweet or tangy or hot or blazing to satisfy their needs breathing life inside their cores. Neither backed down.
It wasn't long until Jaejoong was in Yunho's lap, still battling against the strength and fire of the other's tongue. And it wasn't until the sun had found it's way on the other side of the sky that Yunho whispered into Jaejoong's mouth that he knew of a decent hotel nearby.
Jaejoong had been too caught up in Yunho's mouth to know he'd overpaid the cab driver about twice as much as he needed to. Yunho had been too busy groping Jaejoong to spell his name properly while checking into the hotel. They'd missed their floor twice in the elevator, never stopping when rather bewildered passengers stepped in and awkwardly waited for their own floor. Some stepped in, then stepped out to wait for another elevator. They'd almost undressed each other right in front of the door to their room until a cleaning lady berated them with a dirty towel in one hand.
"I'm on top." Yunho growled as soon as he had Jaejoong pinned to the bed and practically ripped Jaejoong's shirt from his body.
"I'm not complaining." Jaejoong hissed, struggling frantically with Yunho's belt buckle.
It happened fast.
All of it happened fast.
Jaejoong couldn't even bother himself to drive Yunho wild with a teasing blowjob like he did with all the others he'd been with. The taller man was already hard enough.
It hurt.
Hastened preparation, mostly from Jaejoong himself as Yunho was previously only proficient in women, and soap from the bathroom as a lubricant left Jaejoong practically crying and shivering with pain as the other breached through his puckered entrance.
But as Yunho's member pushed through the constricting walls and brushed past that spot within him, Jaejoong could hardly bring himself to remember what "pain" was.
There was nothing like this. Nothing like the blinding lightning strikes of pain mixed with mind-numbing pleasure as Yunho penetrated the fabric of Jaejoong's sanity and drove him to the brink of heaven. It was there. With Yunho. Something bright and warm residing somewhere within the man on top of him.
It was either that or a delicious hell but Jaejoong wasn't sure he cared which one it was anymore.
There was no room for air.
There was never a moment when the two broke apart to fill their lungs with life-giving oxygen. There was no need for that. No need to stop touching. No need to stop thrusting. No need to stop moaning. No need stop coming. No need to stop.
Jaejoong never learned Yunho's family name until two weeks later when the word Jung Yunho, political science caught his eye on the Dean's List posted on a wall somewhere in the student learning center.
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Jaejoong lay with the others on the quad on a Monday afternoon while Heechul complained about a fraternity brother and his terrible taste in interior decorating.
"Seriously, guys. I don't know why Kangin put Seungri in charge of redecorating all the bathrooms but I'm about to step in and do it myself."
"I don't see why you shouldn't. I don't think Seungri would care," Changmin mumbled through a mouthful of beef. "Since he's a man and all." He added under his breath evasively.
"You're still eating even after lunch, Changmin?" Yoochun kicked the other playfully in the knee while absentmindedly running his thumb up and down Jaejoong's upper belly while the older man lay on on his arms folded behind his head and he stared up at the sky thinking of nothing in particular.
In an almost habitual pattern that neither man took notice of immediately, probably an act they'd learned ever since the two had tried their hand at being official for a short while some time ago, Yoochun's hand migrated towards the spot just below Jaejoong's belly button and rubbed there noncommittally.
It took longer than he would've liked but it eventually registered in Jaejoong's languid mind what was happening. Before the other man's hand could explore any further, Jaejoong brushed him away casually and continued staring and loosely listening to Heechul's many complaints.
Surprised, Yoochun looked down at Jaejoong, quirking his mouth to the side curiously. "You get another boyfriend?"
Jaejoong never answered. Yunho would be sprinting by in his routine jog to Calculus in a few minutes.
With a smirk and a low chuckle, Yoochun smacked Jaejoong playfully on the chest, devoid of any lust-driven indication in an official sign that he'd back off for now.
"I wonder how long this one will last." He grinned knowingly as Jaejoong disappeared from his and Changmin's side to meet Yunho before he ran off again.
Yunho was very late to class.
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"But it's cold."
"I'm wearing a jacket. Don't worry about it."
"Just wait for a second."
And so Jaejoong stood alone at the corner of the sidewalk, stuffing the shiver riding up his bones back down into his spine as the merciless winter air whipped and scraped at his nerves.
Why did Yunho always have to try so hard to be nice? Jaejoong wasn't another one of his political buddies.
He soon returned with a white cup in one hand and the other hand poking something into his own back pocket.
"Here," was all he said as he shoved the cup into the hands in which Jaejoong was beginning to lose all feeling. Jaejoong took one look into the steaming brown liquid swirling inside the cup and rolled his eyes.
"I don't drink coffee."
Yunho cast him a sideways glance. "I know. It's hot chocolate."
Jaejoong took another look inside the cup and sniffed it when he thought the other wasn't looking. Watery. And cheap. From some lonely stand on the sidewalk. But it was warm.
He took a tender sip and continued walking alongside Yunho without further comment. The unforgiving winter wind gave him second thoughts on whether or not the two should have bothered to leave the bedroom in the middle of the night for 'fresh air that wasn't each other's sweat or cum.'
Yunho seemed to laugh inwardly to himself. "You know, if that doesn't warm you, I've prepared to give myself two more chances to keep you warm for a long time."
"And what happens when you lose on all three tries?"
"I'll throw myself in the middle of the road and die quietly."
The street they were walking on was completely empty. The last car that had driven on that road had quite possibly been a desperately lost mailman about 15 years ago, Jaejoong predicted to his own amusement. He rolled his eyes and settled into a comfortable silence while gently nursing the steaming cup he cradled in both hands.
Yunho appeared to be eyeing him a little too closely from the side. Jaejoong shot him a questioning look.
The corners of Yunho's mouth tugged upwards slightly. "You warm yet?"
Jaejoong didn't know where he was going with this, but he decided to humor him. He shook his head and feigned a shiver.
This seemed to give the other man purpose as he broke out into a full grin as if Jaejoong's temperature discomfort were the amusement of the day. Jaejoong dismissed his behavior and continued walking on the sidewalk with the hot styrofoam cup hiding most of his face while Yunho fidgeted and twisted around beside him. What on earth was he--
"Here."
Jaejoong stopped walking. He had to. There was an item of clothing in his face.
"What the--? Yunho, put your jacket back on."
The other shrugged. "I'm not cold. You are. Take it."
Jaejoong shook his head firmly. "No. The wind chill out here is below zero. And please tell me why I let you convince me to come outside away from the hot and steamy comfort of your bed."
"You said you're still cold. Even after the hot chocolate. I promised I'd keep you warm and I am not a man who gives up very easily."
Jaejoong snorted. "Clearly. Took me forever to handcuff you to the bed that one night."
Yunho leaned in and murmured into the other's ear, breath hot and sultry and--Fuck winter. There was an eternal summer somewhere within Jung Yunho's body. "Because I'm feisty."
Not before taking a sip from the warm nectar of Yunho's willing mouth, Jaejoong took the jacket from the other's hand, purposefully brushing his hand lightly against Yunho's and wrapped the fabric around his shoulders.
"Warm yet?" A puff of fog billowed from Yunho's quivering, blue lips.
"No." Jaejoong snatched the jacket from around his own shoulders and tossed it into Yunho's surprise-stricken face.
"Tease." He could hear the taller man muttering under the hood of his jacket strewn over his face. A particularly angry gust of wind cut through the air and Yunho quickly rearranged the jacket around his own body without further complaint.
Jaejoong held in a chuckle, hiding his lips in the light brown liquid in his steaming cup. The hot chocolate was just teetering on the border of horrible and ew, but it was warm and his boyfriend was stupid enough to run and get it for him, so who was he to complain? Better to just let the taller man wallow in disappointment just as long as he kept a warm jacket on his back. Jaejoong would not be held accountable for his death from pneumonia.
It was then that Yunho began groping his own butt.
"Yunho, what the hell?!" Jaejoong stopped walking and watched in mild horror as the calm, intelligent and infinitely sexy man beside him grabbed furiously at his own butt cheek inside the back pocket of his jeans.
Yunho winced, pure strain emitting on his face as his torso twisted back in effort. "Ah, wait, Jae...I...oh...ah....Here!"
Jaejoong peered into his outstretched hand with blank confusion written on his face. "...The fuck is that?"
Yunho's beam dimmed a few watts as he glanced into his hand as well. He tilted his head to the side. "That would be pocket lint..."
Jaejoong took an impatient gulp of his hot chocolate, or shall we say, hot water with brown powder sprinkled in it, while Yunho molested his other butt cheek.
"Okay..." Yunho said with growing anticipation and a devilish smile. "Now here."
Jaejoong was fairly glad he'd chosen that moment to put the styrofoam cup up to his face. It hid the initial look of surprise that took form on his face. Not one to show anyone a side of himself that he had not initially planned to sculpt upon his attractive face, he waited until he'd regained control of his face muscles before slowly lowering the cup down to reveal an expression of mild interest.
"A...flower...?"
This street doesn't need street lamps. It was a thought in the back of Jaejoong's mind that he wished would stop whispering so loud. That stupid smile on Yunho's face is more than enough.
"Yeah," Yunho said needlessly with his hand still outstretched. The tiny flower crumpled and exhausted in his hand was hardly more than a weed, but he seemed quite proud of it nonetheless. "I found it next to the hot chocolate stand down the block."
Jaejoong gulped. And he couldn't understand why. "But it's winter. Dead in the middle of winter."
Yunho's normally contained smile grew brighter as his maturity waned. "I know. It's weird, isn't it? That's why I thought I'd give it to you."
Jaejoong snorted. "What? Because I'm weird?"
"No. Because you're special."
Jaejoong flooded.
One billion thoughts, loud and muddled, all swelled in his mind and crashed against the side of his skull with wild chaos. His senses grew almost too intense to stand and vaguely dull at the same time. The blood in his veins thudded to the beat of stupidity, an unpredictable and unrelenting rhythm, so much so that everything within Jaejoong collided and he simply flooded and overflowed.
The result?
"Jaejoong..." Yunho blinked. And he blinked again as if the notion befuddled him. He peered closer. "Are you...are you blushing?"
Breathing fast and feeling just a little bit dizzy, Jaejoong slapped a gloved hand over his cheek and swallowed what spit was left in his mouth. He turned and continued walking quickly through the night.
He could almost hear the rip as a smile tore across Yunho's mouth behind Jaejoong as he jogged after him. "Wait, Jae. Stop. Let me see your face." He grabbed Jaejoong by the shoulders and attempted to swivel him around to meet his eye.
"No." If only to hide his bright red face behind the white styrofoam, Jaejoong tipped his head back and downed what was left of his hot chocolate. There wasn't much. It was all gone and slithering down his throat by the time he was forced to just crumple the cup up in a fist and toss it into a nearby trash can.
But Yunho, with a laugh in his throat, persistently held on to the bend in Jaejoong's elbow, preventing escape. "Wait, wait! Did I embarrass you?"
Jaejoong stubbornly held his head down as he struggled against the other's strength for release. At least until the burn in his cheeks died down. And it wasn't dying without a fight. "Of course not. I don't get embarrassed."
"Then why did you blush?" Yunho said the word as if it were a dirty secret to be kept hidden under a bed. "I may not know much about you, but I know I've never seen you blush before." His eyes twinkled in amusement as Jaejoong thrashed against him. "What happened? Has Kim Jaejoong lost his mind?"
"Shut up." Jaejoong grit his teeth, of course, with his head down, shaded by a fan of dark hair and the shadows from the street lamps and Yunho's giddiness. This wasn't a feeling he was familiar with. Loss of control. Over the man behind him and most of all himself.
Suddenly, Yunho found a burst of strength and yanked Jaejoong back until he could wrap his arms tightly around the other's slim waist and held him there firmly while Jaejoong pushed back on his chest desperately. But he wasn't giving up that easily.
And then Yunho buried his face into the space between Jaejoong's shoulder and neck and inhaled deeply, a warm, loving breath that sent tingles through Jaejoong's stomach. It was enough to quell Jaejoong's thrashings into weak tugs at the other's arms around his waist until he practically melted into the warmth of Yunho's touch. Soon he quit moving altogether as he matched his own breathing with the rise and fall of Yunho's chest against his back.
Yunho mumbled something into Jaejoong's neck and the dark-haired man had to shift his head to away slightly to hear.
"Is it because you're happy?"
Jaejoong was silent. Against his will. Some time long ago, his brain had quit working. But if anything, the red in his cheeks was only getting brighter.
Jaejoong could feel Yunho's smile against his neck as he spoke. "I'm right, aren't I?"
Jaejoong remained silent. His brain hiccuped.
"Jaejoong is so happy, he can't contain it. Am I correct?"
Jaejoong opened his mouth meekly and only a rush of cold air blew in with the wind.
"Oh, no, lemme guess. You're not blushing. It's just a little flush, right?"
Jaejoong stared at the ground, hating his own silence.
"A flush...because my flower made you warmer. Right. Because naturally, flowers make people warm."
The cold wind howled. But Jaejoong didn't notice.
"Oh, but not in the way hot chocolate and jackets make people warm. Flowers make people warm on the inside. Right, Jaejoong? Stop me if I'm wrong."
Jaejoong twisted his mouth into what he meant to be a snarl, but ended up in a pout, making Yunho hug him even tighter and smile even harder.
"Wow. I think I shut the great Kim Jaejoong up. What do I do now?"
"Just...shut up." Jaejoong said in wilting defeat. A tone, he'd never used with anyone. Other than Auntie Hyori.
Yunho placed a kiss, gentle and chaste on Jaejoong's cheek and began rocking slightly back and forth. "So, this means I won. And now you owe me."
Jaejoong's brow furrowed. "I never agreed to anything. You just made up your stupid little challenge all on your own."
"Aww, but don't I deserve a reward for my efforts?" If Jaejoong had been facing Yunho, he might have seen the childish pout he'd painted over his face and he might, he just might have crumbled on the spot.
But again, Jaejoong's mind shut down, blank and unresponsive, leaving Jaejoong to struggle by himself. But this time, he fought. He searched desperately through his dimming mind for anything, any smooth recovery that could match this conundrum Yunho was throwing at him.
But so far, there was nothing. Nothing, Jaejoong could think of in his past relationships, and they were many, that was quite like this. It was as if this person were...giving instead of receiving. What it was Yunho was giving, Jaejoong could hardly wrap his mind around. After all, he was so used to being the one giving something else.
And right now, it was the only form of giving Jaejoong could think of to repay Yunho for that strange, crumpled gift the other still had crushed in his clenched hand.
Gingerly, Jaejoong removed himself from Yunho's hold and the other let him, keeping his eyes on the dark-haired man while Jaejoong kept his eyes cast toward the ground. Jaejoong slowly turned to face Yunho, while the younger stood silently in expectation under the glowing light of the street lamp above him.
He gasped when Jaejoong pushed him tumbling backward onto the bus stop bench he hadn't known was behind him, the flower he'd picked falling to the ground. The older man climbed into Yunho's lap, gripping the top of the bench behind Yunho's shoulders until he was straddling the man and attached his mouth to Yunho's neck, aiming right for the jugular. A hand stroked the man beneath him through his jeans until Jaejoong was satisfied to feel a bulge growing between Yunho's legs.
"Shit, Jaejoong," Yunho hissed into the wind and bucked with dwindling restraint into Jaejoong's hand. "We're outside."
Jaejoong licked his way up Yunho's neck until he could suck thirstily on the other man's earlobe. "What's your point?"
"Someone will see us."
"It's dark and late. And no one comes down this road."
"We're at a bus stop."
"If a bus rolls by, we'll give them a show."
"It's freezing out here."
"But you're so hot."
With that last purr, Yunho grabbed Jaejoong's face and crashed his lips into the full, pouty plush of sin there, forcing his tongue past lust and gluttony and wrath and pride for a heavenly taste residing somewhere inside the man grinding on top of him.
The wind chill was reported to have been below zero, but the two men sitting on a bench at the bus stop were sweating, billows of fog pouring out of their mouths as they groaned one another's name.
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It was Friday a few weeks later in a dark, unused classroom in the foreign language building and Yunho was busy being late to Calculus again.
"Jaejoong," Yunho panted into the other's ear as Jaejoong nipped along his neck and bare chest, his hands exploring fervently around every inch of Yunho's exposed skin. Both were clad merely in boxers as Jaejoong straddled Yunho while the man lay over a few desks they'd pushed together.
"I know I haven't known you for very long, ah..." Yunho lost his breath as Jaejoong's head disappeared lower and lower and until the younger man could feel his tongue sweeping through his navel.
"And...we've never been on a proper date...and...but...shit..." Tears practically brimming his eyes, Yunho could only watch as Jaejoong's hand disappeared inside the back of his own boxers while his mouth moved upward to take care of Yunho's hardened nipples, his crotch rubbing against Yunho's at a maddeningly slow pace.
"Jaejoong..." Yunho gasped as Jaejoong moved back down and slipped the younger man's cock out of the fabric of his boxers and circled his tongue around the swelled, weeping head.
"I think...ngh...I'm in love with you."
Jaejoong paused long enough to take in Yunho's words and take in more of his own fingers as he plunged them deeper and added more spit-soaked digits. He took the whole of Yunho's tip into his mouth and steadily lowered himself, hollowing his cheeks until his nose touched the base. He could feel Yunho pearling in the back of his throat.
He ascended quickly and with a pop, careful to swipe a bit of come off of Yunho's slit with his tongue and crept up the other man's torso until he could meet Yunho's face, noses almost touching. Slowly, he dipped down and pressed his lips into Yunho's, slipping his tongue into the other's mouth, making sure that Yunho could enjoy the taste of himself on Jaejoong's tongue as much as Jaejoong did. When he broke the kiss, slow and lazy, Yunho was panting.
"Yunho, I'm in...." Jaejoong's sentence trailed off as he removed his four fingers from his puckered entrance and began breathing faster as the two helped one another out of their boxers.
Jaejoong hovered over Yunho, his palms pressed into the desk on either side of the taller man's head. Yunho pressed his tip against the entrance at a teasing pace neither of them had the patience for.
When the tip slipped past his ring, Jaejoong saw stars and collapsed into Yunho's mouth where he could taste galaxies and super novas bursting. And there was nothing like the gentle, passionate Milky Way that lay beyond the lips of the man moaning beneath him. So ripe and stellar, Jaejoong couldn't figure out what to do with himself. Being lost in space was a feeling he'd grown so used to now.
...lust with you.
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:D
Okay, so basically, Yunjae didn't happen in the world of the J.A.E.S.U. fic because Jaejoong didn't know how to deal with the fact that Yunho wanted him for more than his body. Yunho tries to develop their relationship further, but Jaejoong is too emotionally immature to go beyond the physical relationship. Sex isn't the answer to everything. Even for Jaejoong...T.T
Mmmm, maybe I didn't get across the whole Yunjae thing very well in chapter 1 of J.A.E.S.U. My writing has changed a lot since then. x'D That was...o.o...close to a year ago....*is bricked by readers* x'D Sorry! J.A.E.S.U. has not ended yet and I promise to ease you guys into a proper ending when the time comes. No desertion here! >:D
Yay! And also...contest in dbkrackweens xD
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: If I owned Yunjae, I'd bake cookies for the world 8D
Length: Oneshot (6,754 words o.o")
Genre: Smutish, romance-ish
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, sex (Of course. It's Jaejoong. x'D) and brief Min!food x'DD
Summary: Before Jaejoong and Junsu, there was Jaejoong and Yunho. They were perfect for each other: attractive, passionate and headstrong, leaving many to believe the promiscuous Kim Jaejoong would be off the market for quite a long time. But much to Jaejoong's surprise, they broke up. How did it happen? In the flurry of passion, sex and crappy hot chocolate, what was wrong with their relationship that could have crackled, hissed and sputtered hot sparks that singed the couple's fate, ultimately burning down their blazing flame of...love?
Prequel to: J.A.E.S.U. (Just After Every Slut's Underwear)
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Y.U.N.J.A.E. (Yearning to Understand the Nympho Just Ain't Easy)
It had been difficult to get Yunho.
"Hey."
The first time Jaejoong had seen him was maybe a Wednesday afternoon while he lay out on the quad in front of the honors student's dorm with Yoochun, Heechul and Changmin. It was cold as Changmin kept pointing out.
They liked to lie there after lunch every Monday, Wednesday and Friday and just exist. It was there Jaejoong learned how much he loved to just lay out on his back in the grass and stare up at the sky while life churned around him. No one paid much attention. It was there Yoochun learned to love rubbing the space just below Jaejoong's belly button. No one paid much attention.
"Who are you?"
It was there that the taller man could be seen walking--really, jogging every afternoon past the quad with a textbook in hand and a pencil behind one ear. It was there that Jaejoong learned just how long he could stare at one moving point without blinking. Or breathing.
Forty-two seconds. At least.
That was how long it took for Yunho to lightly sprint past the large quad every day bent on getting to wherever he was going relatively punctually but apparently edging towards losing the battle against time every day.
As usual Yoochun's hand began to idly slide further down Jaejoong's lower stomach into the skin below the fabric of his waistband.
It was cold enough. Jaejoong didn't need that gust of icy air shooting up his abs as the other playfully rearranged the way his jacket sat on his pale skin. It was a good enough excuse to casually remove himself from the chattering group and saunter towards the pathway Yunho would cross in about twenty seconds.
He was always barely on time.
Yunho glanced at the abyss-black hair of the man standing in front of him wearing a thick black jacket that would only glisten on him alone and the red lollipop rolling against his slick, teasing tongue as his wide, dark eyes burned against the creamy glow of his skin.
"Jaejoong." He answered with a slow swipe of his tongue against the cherry-red candy, staining his lips an even deeper shade of juicy pinkish-red.
A quirk of an eyebrow and Yunho dipped his head respectfully, however, with only a sliver of confusion. "Yunho. Nice to meet you."
Yunho stepped to his right.
Jaejoong stepped to his left.
Yunho stepped to his left.
Jaejoong stepped forward and slid a hand across the other's hip.
"Be late." It came just above a whisper, not quite like a moan but with enough rasp and husky welcome that could make the browned leaves sprinkling the ground shiver without a breath of wind.
"Excuse me?" Taking a step back just far enough to politely remove Jaejoong's slender hand from his hip, Yunho regarded the other with solemn curiosity and mild surprise.
Jaejoong moved his neglected hand up to the white stick of his lollipop, pulled the shining candy through his pursed lips, holding it there pressed against his parted lips and sucked with a muted hunger as he flicked the tip of his tongue against the part of the treat partially pushed into his mouth. He removed it with a pop, idly twirling the stick in one hand.
"Relax." He ran his tongue over his sugar-coated lips. "And breathe." Jaejoong watched steadily as Yunho inadvertently inhaled the scent of cherries, sugar and sex wafting off the tip of his tongue.
Jaejoong couldn't tell if the way Yunho cleared his throat meant his sanity had wavered and melted to the ground with the smoldering lust burning behind Jaejoong's pupils or perhaps he just had other things he'd rather do. But for now, all he could do was watch as the other man dipped in another small bow and said briskly, "I'll keep that in mind. Pardon me." He continued jogging with a glance at his golden watch.
Give it time, Jaejoong thought as he watched the other's receding back. This could be fun.
He pushed the lollipop through the smile permeating his lips.
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He was a great speaker.
The next time they'd met had been completely on accident. Changmin had begged for a companion to attend a special lecture for one of his classes and then go with him to find a place that sold good soft-serve ice cream.
Yunho was one of the few speakers, apparently held in high esteem for his contributions in his field of study.
And he looked damn good in a suit.
Jaejoong spent the entire two and a half hour lecture with a thick pulsing weight quivering in his crotch, but he leisurely leaned back in his seat anyway with half a satisfied smile on his face listening to the deep roll of the other man's voice as it cascaded like thunder-kissed rain around him.
Below the belt, Jaejoong had calmed down by the time Changmin had tugged on his sleeve to leave once the lecture was over. But his mind was still clouded as he ignored the protests of his young roommate and found Yunho at the front of the room.
Charismatic. Always had something funny, intelligent or diplomatic to say as Yunho chatted with some of the others who had found him just as interesting as Jaejoong had but probably for much different reasons.
Jaejoong patiently stood off to the side with Changmin whining about chocolate ice cream for twenty minutes before the last colleague exited through the door. The first time Yunho realized Jaejoong had been standing there still like a haunting painting, he let his gaze linger for too long before speaking.
"It's you-"
"Jaejoong."
"I know."
Jaejoong smiled. And not because Changmin had finally left to wait outside the room. The boy was young, not stupid.
"Why are you here?" The question was purely conversational. Jaejoong could tell by the clear, steady look in his eyes.
"A friend." Jaejoong matched the message in the other's eyes with his own clear and steady voice. The least he could do to counter the murky lust leaping wildly through his own eyes. "Why are you here?"
"A friend." He continued after a jump in one of Jaejoong's eyebrows. "A professor asked me to speak for him since he couldn't come. He's at a wedding."
"You're that buddy-buddy with your professors?"
"I'm a political science major. Making connections is what I do."
"You don't need to be a major in anything to befriend a professor."
"Oh? And are you undecided about your major?"
"Yes."
"Care to share your methods in cozying up to professors?"
"Cozy up with them during office hours."
The smirk threatening to break surface dissipated on Jaejoong's lips as he awaited the look of shock that never came. Yunho regarded him with the same passive acknowledgement of his existence without giving a clue as to any aversion to Jaejoong's special tactics.
"I supposed some people have their own ways," was all he said musingly, and biting his tongue was all Jaejoong could do to keep his heart from hammering through his chest at the thought of changing that calm and cool voice of a wanna be politician into animalistic guttural cries for Jaejoong to give him more.
Jaejoong let a blanket of silence settle over the two of them, refusing to respond to the other's comment in turn for watching the other as he fought through the torrent of forced awkard silence.
Yunho held his gaze for about a second longer than any other person Jaejoong would often torture with this tactic of silence but refrained from looking around the room spastically as if searching for a way out.
Instead he glanced directly from Jaejoong's unnerving gaze to the gold rimmed face of his watch, a sign that he considered ample eye contact a sign of power as well as respect, but his time was too precious to waste playing games with a man too beautiful to be called a man.
"I'm almost late for another meeting so I've got to be going."
"What kind of meeting?" The question had come as if carried by the wind and paid no mind to the silence of before or the indication of Yunho's intended departure. Jaejoong stood his ground, making no move to stop the man if he decided to leave regardless of Jaejoong's presence. He didn't.
"With friends. We're playing soccer in the park and I've got a class right after. Would you like to come?" The last part was entirely ignorable. Once again, only a gesture of tired kindness and an insincere politeness that made Jaejoong want to hiss.
"Are you always on time everywhere you go? Even with friends?" Jaejoong asked, tilting his head slightly in mock curiosity.
"I try," His voice grew a hint more gruff with impatience but imperceptible to anyone without Jaejoong's sense of social knowledge. "I'm always running from one event to another, so-"
"Be late." Jaejoong allowed the other to let it sink in that he was being commanded, an instance that Jaejoong calculated didn't happen often in Yunho's life. Then he added with a tiny smile, "Try it."
Yunho inhaled through newly tensed muscles surrounding his lungs and the tension in his lips began to show. "As an undecided major and no close acquaintance of mine, I don't see how you have the right to occupy my time and then order me to waste it."
"Am I a waste of your time?" Jaejoong inquired lightly, fighting down the smirk working its way through his lips.
"You are now."
There. Nothing could stop Jaejoong's grin now. In that one rough, curt statement, Jaejoong knew he'd broken through that prim and polished exterior and reached into the human soul that lay buried underneath. And right now that sliver of a soul was not quite pissed, but clearly insulted that Jaejoong would dare try to stand on his level.
"Would you prefer we do something more productive?" Jaejoong took a step forward. Yunho stood his ground.
"I'd rather not."
"Coffee," Jaejoong licked his lips. "I'll make it quick."
Yunho threw an impatient, heated glance at his watch again. "I'm already late now."
Jaejoong inhaled slowly through his teeth, enjoying the cool tingle of his breath ghosting his damp lips. "See how much fun it can be?"
A rush of hot air through his nose revealed just how frustrated Yunho was. Another pointed glance at his gold watch and a swing of a small black duffel bag over one shoulder and he was on his way to leaving the room without a word of good bye to the other man.
However, Jaejoong beckoned him to stop as he reached out and firmly pressed against Yunho's chest with the tips of his fingers before the other could brush past with irritation simmering just under the surface.
His breath tickling the inside of his ear, Jaejoong leaned in and whispered, "I'll leave first," with a sly smile and swivel on his heel and he was out the door.
Changmin asked no questions as the two fell in step in the hallway, their footsteps echoing off the walls.
He listened for the swing of the door behind him and the quick clack of footsteps colliding against the marble floor as the sound paused for a moment, earning a secret smile from Jaejoong he knew no one else would notice or understand, before continuing off in the other direction.
Expensive shoes. They match his watch, Jaejoong mused as the disappearance of the other man's footsteps behind him took his breath with him.
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They'd see each other on campus at random for a little over month. Sometimes on the way to class, sometimes off campus while meeting with friends. Often in situations that precluded any real conversation but never without a brief moment of recognition. A greeting on Jaejoong's part and an impersonal response from Yunho who showed no indication that the two had ever properly met more than twice in their lives.
Which was entirely true. But Jaejoong had other plans.
Their next true meeting had been wildly coincidental, a reflection of the luck Jaejoong had generally carried with him since birth.
"Hello." Yunho murmured stoically into the plastic cup of coffee he'd sipped from once Jaejoong had spotted him in the coffee shop and planted himself in the seat across from him.
"Hey, Yunho." Jaejoong purred in a deep voice with much, much more familiarity than he had properly earned, running the toe of his shoe up and down the other's ankle before Yunho predictably pulled away casually.
"What brings you here?" The apathy riding well rehearsed on the tip of Yunho's tongue when he spoke with Jaejoong gave the man a small inward shiver every time. Bored, pissed, tired, moaning, Jaejoong was sure whatever inflection that voice brought with it would bring Jaejoong to his knees with such unintended ease.
With a lift of his cup bearing the logo of the coffee shop, Jaejoong smiled as though posing for a coffee commercial, watching with peaked interest as Yunho showed no signs of amusement.
"No. What brings you to my table?" Yunho pointedly put his newspaper down and jerked his head toward the rest of the room which was almost entirely empty, save for a graduate student who'd been there since 6am.
"There's no place else to sit," Jaejoong smiled into his own plastic cup and breathed in the steaming brown liquid to warm his insides as well as to cool the business coming to life downstairs. "And I hear the coffee is good here."
"So, coffee brings you to my table?"
"I don't drink coffee. This is hot chocolate." Jaejoong couldn't help but chuckle as Yunho released a sigh in an effort to keep the cool that Jaejoong was making him lose.
With a calm flick of his wrist, Yunho raised his neglected newspaper and continued reading, casually taking a gulp of steaming hot coffee, a sure sign that Jaejoong was officially dismissed.
But Jaejoong was too intrigued. Too deeply enthralled by the bob of this man's Adam's apple as the dark, hot liquid made its way into the depths of the body Jaejoong wanted so badly to explore.
He let the silence pass by as did the minutes while the sun rose higher in the sky and people still ridden with sleep, wandered in and acted out their separate parts in life.
While he sipped his own hot chocolate, Jaejoong's eyes never left Yunho for a moment. The careful way his clean, slender fingers bended around the newspaper pages. The way he tilted his head up slightly with every confident swig of his drink before licking his delicious lips and reveling in the feel of liquid heat spreading a warm fire throughout his body against the cold of winter outside the coffee shop. It all made Jaejoong's toes curl. He wanted this man.
Jaejoong chuckled. At nothing in particular but Yunho's alert brown eyes darted from whatever article had caught his attention for the last thirty minutes to Jaejoong's own laughing ones.
Jaejoong parted his lips to answer the question perched on one of the other man's lifted eyebrows. "You wouldn't do it."
Yunho took another sip and looked back at the pages in his hand. "What are you mumbling about?"
"I was just thinking," Jaejoong mused teasingly.
"Of...?"
"Of whether or not you would even hold my hand in public."
For the first time since the two had met, Jaejoong's comment lifted both Yunho's eyebrows simultaneously and the man looked back at him with surprise and caution.
"And why are you thinking of this?"
Jaejoong took a sip of his drink before continuing but kept his eyes pinned on the other. "You're just so...contained. Like a chained up dog."
With a smile, Jaejoong watched the other clench his fist and relax. "And how does the fact that I maintain self control over myself in public make me a dog?"
"What? You don't want to resemble an animal?" Everything about Jaejoong's countenance and tone said, Play with me, but the way the tips of his fingers brushed over Yunho's knuckles gripping the newspaper for just a second said, Let me play with you.
"Why would anyone want to resemble an animal?" Yunho said dismissively, ignoring the momentary breach of personal space.
Jaejoong inhaled and exhaled before continuing. How could simply touching this man's hands suddenly make his pants too tight? "Discovery. You find out who you really are."
"And what would being a chained up dog make me?" Yunho inquired with minimal interest.
"Nothing." Jaejoong said simply. "But if you chew through the chains just once, you could find out what kind of savage wolf you could be."
He reached over with grace and confident ease and stroked the hand wrapped around the half empty or perhaps half full cup of coffee. With more intensity and desire than the testing brush of his foot on Yunho's ankle or the teasing tingle he'd left on Yunho's knuckles, Jaejoong was quite sure if he kept his hand on top of Yunho's, he himself would end up on top of Yunho right there in the middle of the coffee shop if common sense and patience weren't there to chide him into restraint.
But Jaejoong's chains were so worn from being chewed through for freedom and repaired again when it suited him situationally, there wasn't much time before one more growl from the man in front of him would send him over the neighbor's fence and into the woods where the big dogs played.
Yunho didn't pull his hand away.
For some time, he stared back at Jaejoong's darkening gaze until the newspaper floated unwanted and forgotten on the floor and the coffee grew cold.
"I'm not gay," He said just below a whisper as sprinkles of people passed by without much of second glance, caught up in their own worlds.
"I didn't ask if you were," Jaejoong countered with a defiant purse of his lips.
He continued to stare. Presumably lost in the deep, black haze of Jaejoong's dark eyes, but he appeared to be thinking, a habit Jaejoong vowed he would break him out of.
Jaejoong never got a chance to gently chide the man for using his brain when he could be using other body parts before the hand he'd been stroking released the abandoned cup of coffee and grabbed Jaejoong's hand with surprising aggression.
The other hand buried itself in Jaejoong's hair as he leaned across the table and engulfed his full, pouting mouth with his own.
The kiss started deep and only fell deeper. Their tongues swirled around each other, fighting for dominance and a sense of ownership. Both men struggled to find a certain taste within one another, something sweet or tangy or hot or blazing to satisfy their needs breathing life inside their cores. Neither backed down.
It wasn't long until Jaejoong was in Yunho's lap, still battling against the strength and fire of the other's tongue. And it wasn't until the sun had found it's way on the other side of the sky that Yunho whispered into Jaejoong's mouth that he knew of a decent hotel nearby.
Jaejoong had been too caught up in Yunho's mouth to know he'd overpaid the cab driver about twice as much as he needed to. Yunho had been too busy groping Jaejoong to spell his name properly while checking into the hotel. They'd missed their floor twice in the elevator, never stopping when rather bewildered passengers stepped in and awkwardly waited for their own floor. Some stepped in, then stepped out to wait for another elevator. They'd almost undressed each other right in front of the door to their room until a cleaning lady berated them with a dirty towel in one hand.
"I'm on top." Yunho growled as soon as he had Jaejoong pinned to the bed and practically ripped Jaejoong's shirt from his body.
"I'm not complaining." Jaejoong hissed, struggling frantically with Yunho's belt buckle.
It happened fast.
All of it happened fast.
Jaejoong couldn't even bother himself to drive Yunho wild with a teasing blowjob like he did with all the others he'd been with. The taller man was already hard enough.
It hurt.
Hastened preparation, mostly from Jaejoong himself as Yunho was previously only proficient in women, and soap from the bathroom as a lubricant left Jaejoong practically crying and shivering with pain as the other breached through his puckered entrance.
But as Yunho's member pushed through the constricting walls and brushed past that spot within him, Jaejoong could hardly bring himself to remember what "pain" was.
There was nothing like this. Nothing like the blinding lightning strikes of pain mixed with mind-numbing pleasure as Yunho penetrated the fabric of Jaejoong's sanity and drove him to the brink of heaven. It was there. With Yunho. Something bright and warm residing somewhere within the man on top of him.
It was either that or a delicious hell but Jaejoong wasn't sure he cared which one it was anymore.
There was no room for air.
There was never a moment when the two broke apart to fill their lungs with life-giving oxygen. There was no need for that. No need to stop touching. No need to stop thrusting. No need to stop moaning. No need stop coming. No need to stop.
Jaejoong never learned Yunho's family name until two weeks later when the word Jung Yunho, political science caught his eye on the Dean's List posted on a wall somewhere in the student learning center.
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Jaejoong lay with the others on the quad on a Monday afternoon while Heechul complained about a fraternity brother and his terrible taste in interior decorating.
"Seriously, guys. I don't know why Kangin put Seungri in charge of redecorating all the bathrooms but I'm about to step in and do it myself."
"I don't see why you shouldn't. I don't think Seungri would care," Changmin mumbled through a mouthful of beef. "Since he's a man and all." He added under his breath evasively.
"You're still eating even after lunch, Changmin?" Yoochun kicked the other playfully in the knee while absentmindedly running his thumb up and down Jaejoong's upper belly while the older man lay on on his arms folded behind his head and he stared up at the sky thinking of nothing in particular.
In an almost habitual pattern that neither man took notice of immediately, probably an act they'd learned ever since the two had tried their hand at being official for a short while some time ago, Yoochun's hand migrated towards the spot just below Jaejoong's belly button and rubbed there noncommittally.
It took longer than he would've liked but it eventually registered in Jaejoong's languid mind what was happening. Before the other man's hand could explore any further, Jaejoong brushed him away casually and continued staring and loosely listening to Heechul's many complaints.
Surprised, Yoochun looked down at Jaejoong, quirking his mouth to the side curiously. "You get another boyfriend?"
Jaejoong never answered. Yunho would be sprinting by in his routine jog to Calculus in a few minutes.
With a smirk and a low chuckle, Yoochun smacked Jaejoong playfully on the chest, devoid of any lust-driven indication in an official sign that he'd back off for now.
"I wonder how long this one will last." He grinned knowingly as Jaejoong disappeared from his and Changmin's side to meet Yunho before he ran off again.
Yunho was very late to class.
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"But it's cold."
"I'm wearing a jacket. Don't worry about it."
"Just wait for a second."
And so Jaejoong stood alone at the corner of the sidewalk, stuffing the shiver riding up his bones back down into his spine as the merciless winter air whipped and scraped at his nerves.
Why did Yunho always have to try so hard to be nice? Jaejoong wasn't another one of his political buddies.
He soon returned with a white cup in one hand and the other hand poking something into his own back pocket.
"Here," was all he said as he shoved the cup into the hands in which Jaejoong was beginning to lose all feeling. Jaejoong took one look into the steaming brown liquid swirling inside the cup and rolled his eyes.
"I don't drink coffee."
Yunho cast him a sideways glance. "I know. It's hot chocolate."
Jaejoong took another look inside the cup and sniffed it when he thought the other wasn't looking. Watery. And cheap. From some lonely stand on the sidewalk. But it was warm.
He took a tender sip and continued walking alongside Yunho without further comment. The unforgiving winter wind gave him second thoughts on whether or not the two should have bothered to leave the bedroom in the middle of the night for 'fresh air that wasn't each other's sweat or cum.'
Yunho seemed to laugh inwardly to himself. "You know, if that doesn't warm you, I've prepared to give myself two more chances to keep you warm for a long time."
"And what happens when you lose on all three tries?"
"I'll throw myself in the middle of the road and die quietly."
The street they were walking on was completely empty. The last car that had driven on that road had quite possibly been a desperately lost mailman about 15 years ago, Jaejoong predicted to his own amusement. He rolled his eyes and settled into a comfortable silence while gently nursing the steaming cup he cradled in both hands.
Yunho appeared to be eyeing him a little too closely from the side. Jaejoong shot him a questioning look.
The corners of Yunho's mouth tugged upwards slightly. "You warm yet?"
Jaejoong didn't know where he was going with this, but he decided to humor him. He shook his head and feigned a shiver.
This seemed to give the other man purpose as he broke out into a full grin as if Jaejoong's temperature discomfort were the amusement of the day. Jaejoong dismissed his behavior and continued walking on the sidewalk with the hot styrofoam cup hiding most of his face while Yunho fidgeted and twisted around beside him. What on earth was he--
"Here."
Jaejoong stopped walking. He had to. There was an item of clothing in his face.
"What the--? Yunho, put your jacket back on."
The other shrugged. "I'm not cold. You are. Take it."
Jaejoong shook his head firmly. "No. The wind chill out here is below zero. And please tell me why I let you convince me to come outside away from the hot and steamy comfort of your bed."
"You said you're still cold. Even after the hot chocolate. I promised I'd keep you warm and I am not a man who gives up very easily."
Jaejoong snorted. "Clearly. Took me forever to handcuff you to the bed that one night."
Yunho leaned in and murmured into the other's ear, breath hot and sultry and--Fuck winter. There was an eternal summer somewhere within Jung Yunho's body. "Because I'm feisty."
Not before taking a sip from the warm nectar of Yunho's willing mouth, Jaejoong took the jacket from the other's hand, purposefully brushing his hand lightly against Yunho's and wrapped the fabric around his shoulders.
"Warm yet?" A puff of fog billowed from Yunho's quivering, blue lips.
"No." Jaejoong snatched the jacket from around his own shoulders and tossed it into Yunho's surprise-stricken face.
"Tease." He could hear the taller man muttering under the hood of his jacket strewn over his face. A particularly angry gust of wind cut through the air and Yunho quickly rearranged the jacket around his own body without further complaint.
Jaejoong held in a chuckle, hiding his lips in the light brown liquid in his steaming cup. The hot chocolate was just teetering on the border of horrible and ew, but it was warm and his boyfriend was stupid enough to run and get it for him, so who was he to complain? Better to just let the taller man wallow in disappointment just as long as he kept a warm jacket on his back. Jaejoong would not be held accountable for his death from pneumonia.
It was then that Yunho began groping his own butt.
"Yunho, what the hell?!" Jaejoong stopped walking and watched in mild horror as the calm, intelligent and infinitely sexy man beside him grabbed furiously at his own butt cheek inside the back pocket of his jeans.
Yunho winced, pure strain emitting on his face as his torso twisted back in effort. "Ah, wait, Jae...I...oh...ah....Here!"
Jaejoong peered into his outstretched hand with blank confusion written on his face. "...The fuck is that?"
Yunho's beam dimmed a few watts as he glanced into his hand as well. He tilted his head to the side. "That would be pocket lint..."
Jaejoong took an impatient gulp of his hot chocolate, or shall we say, hot water with brown powder sprinkled in it, while Yunho molested his other butt cheek.
"Okay..." Yunho said with growing anticipation and a devilish smile. "Now here."
Jaejoong was fairly glad he'd chosen that moment to put the styrofoam cup up to his face. It hid the initial look of surprise that took form on his face. Not one to show anyone a side of himself that he had not initially planned to sculpt upon his attractive face, he waited until he'd regained control of his face muscles before slowly lowering the cup down to reveal an expression of mild interest.
"A...flower...?"
This street doesn't need street lamps. It was a thought in the back of Jaejoong's mind that he wished would stop whispering so loud. That stupid smile on Yunho's face is more than enough.
"Yeah," Yunho said needlessly with his hand still outstretched. The tiny flower crumpled and exhausted in his hand was hardly more than a weed, but he seemed quite proud of it nonetheless. "I found it next to the hot chocolate stand down the block."
Jaejoong gulped. And he couldn't understand why. "But it's winter. Dead in the middle of winter."
Yunho's normally contained smile grew brighter as his maturity waned. "I know. It's weird, isn't it? That's why I thought I'd give it to you."
Jaejoong snorted. "What? Because I'm weird?"
"No. Because you're special."
Jaejoong flooded.
One billion thoughts, loud and muddled, all swelled in his mind and crashed against the side of his skull with wild chaos. His senses grew almost too intense to stand and vaguely dull at the same time. The blood in his veins thudded to the beat of stupidity, an unpredictable and unrelenting rhythm, so much so that everything within Jaejoong collided and he simply flooded and overflowed.
The result?
"Jaejoong..." Yunho blinked. And he blinked again as if the notion befuddled him. He peered closer. "Are you...are you blushing?"
Breathing fast and feeling just a little bit dizzy, Jaejoong slapped a gloved hand over his cheek and swallowed what spit was left in his mouth. He turned and continued walking quickly through the night.
He could almost hear the rip as a smile tore across Yunho's mouth behind Jaejoong as he jogged after him. "Wait, Jae. Stop. Let me see your face." He grabbed Jaejoong by the shoulders and attempted to swivel him around to meet his eye.
"No." If only to hide his bright red face behind the white styrofoam, Jaejoong tipped his head back and downed what was left of his hot chocolate. There wasn't much. It was all gone and slithering down his throat by the time he was forced to just crumple the cup up in a fist and toss it into a nearby trash can.
But Yunho, with a laugh in his throat, persistently held on to the bend in Jaejoong's elbow, preventing escape. "Wait, wait! Did I embarrass you?"
Jaejoong stubbornly held his head down as he struggled against the other's strength for release. At least until the burn in his cheeks died down. And it wasn't dying without a fight. "Of course not. I don't get embarrassed."
"Then why did you blush?" Yunho said the word as if it were a dirty secret to be kept hidden under a bed. "I may not know much about you, but I know I've never seen you blush before." His eyes twinkled in amusement as Jaejoong thrashed against him. "What happened? Has Kim Jaejoong lost his mind?"
"Shut up." Jaejoong grit his teeth, of course, with his head down, shaded by a fan of dark hair and the shadows from the street lamps and Yunho's giddiness. This wasn't a feeling he was familiar with. Loss of control. Over the man behind him and most of all himself.
Suddenly, Yunho found a burst of strength and yanked Jaejoong back until he could wrap his arms tightly around the other's slim waist and held him there firmly while Jaejoong pushed back on his chest desperately. But he wasn't giving up that easily.
And then Yunho buried his face into the space between Jaejoong's shoulder and neck and inhaled deeply, a warm, loving breath that sent tingles through Jaejoong's stomach. It was enough to quell Jaejoong's thrashings into weak tugs at the other's arms around his waist until he practically melted into the warmth of Yunho's touch. Soon he quit moving altogether as he matched his own breathing with the rise and fall of Yunho's chest against his back.
Yunho mumbled something into Jaejoong's neck and the dark-haired man had to shift his head to away slightly to hear.
"Is it because you're happy?"
Jaejoong was silent. Against his will. Some time long ago, his brain had quit working. But if anything, the red in his cheeks was only getting brighter.
Jaejoong could feel Yunho's smile against his neck as he spoke. "I'm right, aren't I?"
Jaejoong remained silent. His brain hiccuped.
"Jaejoong is so happy, he can't contain it. Am I correct?"
Jaejoong opened his mouth meekly and only a rush of cold air blew in with the wind.
"Oh, no, lemme guess. You're not blushing. It's just a little flush, right?"
Jaejoong stared at the ground, hating his own silence.
"A flush...because my flower made you warmer. Right. Because naturally, flowers make people warm."
The cold wind howled. But Jaejoong didn't notice.
"Oh, but not in the way hot chocolate and jackets make people warm. Flowers make people warm on the inside. Right, Jaejoong? Stop me if I'm wrong."
Jaejoong twisted his mouth into what he meant to be a snarl, but ended up in a pout, making Yunho hug him even tighter and smile even harder.
"Wow. I think I shut the great Kim Jaejoong up. What do I do now?"
"Just...shut up." Jaejoong said in wilting defeat. A tone, he'd never used with anyone. Other than Auntie Hyori.
Yunho placed a kiss, gentle and chaste on Jaejoong's cheek and began rocking slightly back and forth. "So, this means I won. And now you owe me."
Jaejoong's brow furrowed. "I never agreed to anything. You just made up your stupid little challenge all on your own."
"Aww, but don't I deserve a reward for my efforts?" If Jaejoong had been facing Yunho, he might have seen the childish pout he'd painted over his face and he might, he just might have crumbled on the spot.
But again, Jaejoong's mind shut down, blank and unresponsive, leaving Jaejoong to struggle by himself. But this time, he fought. He searched desperately through his dimming mind for anything, any smooth recovery that could match this conundrum Yunho was throwing at him.
But so far, there was nothing. Nothing, Jaejoong could think of in his past relationships, and they were many, that was quite like this. It was as if this person were...giving instead of receiving. What it was Yunho was giving, Jaejoong could hardly wrap his mind around. After all, he was so used to being the one giving something else.
And right now, it was the only form of giving Jaejoong could think of to repay Yunho for that strange, crumpled gift the other still had crushed in his clenched hand.
Gingerly, Jaejoong removed himself from Yunho's hold and the other let him, keeping his eyes on the dark-haired man while Jaejoong kept his eyes cast toward the ground. Jaejoong slowly turned to face Yunho, while the younger stood silently in expectation under the glowing light of the street lamp above him.
He gasped when Jaejoong pushed him tumbling backward onto the bus stop bench he hadn't known was behind him, the flower he'd picked falling to the ground. The older man climbed into Yunho's lap, gripping the top of the bench behind Yunho's shoulders until he was straddling the man and attached his mouth to Yunho's neck, aiming right for the jugular. A hand stroked the man beneath him through his jeans until Jaejoong was satisfied to feel a bulge growing between Yunho's legs.
"Shit, Jaejoong," Yunho hissed into the wind and bucked with dwindling restraint into Jaejoong's hand. "We're outside."
Jaejoong licked his way up Yunho's neck until he could suck thirstily on the other man's earlobe. "What's your point?"
"Someone will see us."
"It's dark and late. And no one comes down this road."
"We're at a bus stop."
"If a bus rolls by, we'll give them a show."
"It's freezing out here."
"But you're so hot."
With that last purr, Yunho grabbed Jaejoong's face and crashed his lips into the full, pouty plush of sin there, forcing his tongue past lust and gluttony and wrath and pride for a heavenly taste residing somewhere inside the man grinding on top of him.
The wind chill was reported to have been below zero, but the two men sitting on a bench at the bus stop were sweating, billows of fog pouring out of their mouths as they groaned one another's name.
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It was Friday a few weeks later in a dark, unused classroom in the foreign language building and Yunho was busy being late to Calculus again.
"Jaejoong," Yunho panted into the other's ear as Jaejoong nipped along his neck and bare chest, his hands exploring fervently around every inch of Yunho's exposed skin. Both were clad merely in boxers as Jaejoong straddled Yunho while the man lay over a few desks they'd pushed together.
"I know I haven't known you for very long, ah..." Yunho lost his breath as Jaejoong's head disappeared lower and lower and until the younger man could feel his tongue sweeping through his navel.
"And...we've never been on a proper date...and...but...shit..." Tears practically brimming his eyes, Yunho could only watch as Jaejoong's hand disappeared inside the back of his own boxers while his mouth moved upward to take care of Yunho's hardened nipples, his crotch rubbing against Yunho's at a maddeningly slow pace.
"Jaejoong..." Yunho gasped as Jaejoong moved back down and slipped the younger man's cock out of the fabric of his boxers and circled his tongue around the swelled, weeping head.
"I think...ngh...I'm in love with you."
Jaejoong paused long enough to take in Yunho's words and take in more of his own fingers as he plunged them deeper and added more spit-soaked digits. He took the whole of Yunho's tip into his mouth and steadily lowered himself, hollowing his cheeks until his nose touched the base. He could feel Yunho pearling in the back of his throat.
He ascended quickly and with a pop, careful to swipe a bit of come off of Yunho's slit with his tongue and crept up the other man's torso until he could meet Yunho's face, noses almost touching. Slowly, he dipped down and pressed his lips into Yunho's, slipping his tongue into the other's mouth, making sure that Yunho could enjoy the taste of himself on Jaejoong's tongue as much as Jaejoong did. When he broke the kiss, slow and lazy, Yunho was panting.
"Yunho, I'm in...." Jaejoong's sentence trailed off as he removed his four fingers from his puckered entrance and began breathing faster as the two helped one another out of their boxers.
Jaejoong hovered over Yunho, his palms pressed into the desk on either side of the taller man's head. Yunho pressed his tip against the entrance at a teasing pace neither of them had the patience for.
When the tip slipped past his ring, Jaejoong saw stars and collapsed into Yunho's mouth where he could taste galaxies and super novas bursting. And there was nothing like the gentle, passionate Milky Way that lay beyond the lips of the man moaning beneath him. So ripe and stellar, Jaejoong couldn't figure out what to do with himself. Being lost in space was a feeling he'd grown so used to now.
...lust with you.
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:D
Okay, so basically, Yunjae didn't happen in the world of the J.A.E.S.U. fic because Jaejoong didn't know how to deal with the fact that Yunho wanted him for more than his body. Yunho tries to develop their relationship further, but Jaejoong is too emotionally immature to go beyond the physical relationship. Sex isn't the answer to everything. Even for Jaejoong...T.T
Mmmm, maybe I didn't get across the whole Yunjae thing very well in chapter 1 of J.A.E.S.U. My writing has changed a lot since then. x'D That was...o.o...close to a year ago....*is bricked by readers* x'D Sorry! J.A.E.S.U. has not ended yet and I promise to ease you guys into a proper ending when the time comes. No desertion here! >:D
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