AFK [Part 1]
Title: AFK (Away From Keyboard)
Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no boys but I do own the predecessor to this fic, Hookups and Emoticons >:D
Pairings: Yunjae, Kimin, Yoosu
Length: [1/3]
Genre: Romance, smut, comedy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, some language, Junsu 8D
Summary: December 24th, Yunho's losing it. December 31st, Changmin's falling from a roof. June 4th, Junsu's barking at trucks.
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I've FINALLY written part 1 of the 3 part epilogue to Hookups and Emoticons. I know. It's been a VERY long time. *runs*
December 24 || December 31 || June 4
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December 24: Yunho and Jaejoong
Yunho blinked up foggily at the ceiling fan. Why was it on? It was already kinda chilly. And it made him a wee bit queasy. How had he gotten here, anyway?
He remembered being alone in the dark in Jaejoong's family's living room and leaving white stains all over the couch cushions. That'll be weird to clean up later...
And before that he remembered the love of his life shooing him away to the living room because he was being a nuisance. Jaejoong hadn't actually said it that way but Yunho knew that was what he meant in the most loving way possible. Since he'd shown up to experience Christmas Eve with Jaejoong, Yunho had been perpetually in someone's way at any given point in time.
Bumping into a sister on her way to the pantry. Tripping over a sister heading to the refrigerator. Sideswiping a sister next to the stove, not the most pleasant experience in the world when said stove was boiling stew and other hot items, so Yunho had definitely earned that high-pitched, startled squeal in his ear.
And definitely standing idly in the corner of the kitchen minding his own business when another sister rushed by carrying a couple pounds of flour meant for tomorrow's Christmas cookies which somehow ended up all over the front of Yunho's pants. Which explained why he'd left white streaks all over Jaejoong's parents' nice living room couch. It didn't deserve such treatment. It was warm, soft and plushy. Kinda like Jaejoong's family. Well, not literally. Figuratively. Kind of.
Yunho remembered chaos. All of Jaejoong's immediate family were buzzing all over the house with wrapping paper and sugar-free candy canes, losing and discovering various clothing and kitchen items, complaining about which sister had stolen and/or borrowed another sister's sweater and/or shoes and bombarding Yunho with smiles and names he wouldn't remember and squeals of delight at the youngest family member's taste in men in a pre-Christmas festivities frenzy. And then it had all disappeared.
He'd fallen asleep on the couch. Granted, after Yunho had been officially banished to the living room, he had been pretty wiped out from failing at life pretty much the entire last half of the day.
The only clue he received that Jaejoong's parent's didn't already assume he was a moronic klutz was when he could've sworn Mr. Kim had shot him an apologetic smile when Jaejoong got distracted in the middle of introducing Yunho to yet another sister and ended up conducting a full chorus of Christmas carols with the entire room, leaving Yunho overwhelmed and still wondering if this were the twelve or eighteenth female relative he'd met today.
When he'd woken up, it was eerily quiet but still dark. And then there was just Jaejoong. And he was smiling. And then Yunho was in Jaejoong's bedroom, on his back on his boyfriend's bed, staring up at the ceiling fan, wondering what incredibly useful feat he could've possibly accomplished today to deserve this gift.
"Nervous, baby?" Jaejoong was straddling his waist, smile buried in Yunho's neck and working those pesky buttons on the front of Yunho's shirt.
"W-what if they come back?" Yunho swallowed but his throat was dry. "I don't want to make an even worse impression on your parents."
"They love you, Yunnie."
"I doubt that..."
"Trust me."
"But seriously. What if they come back?" Yunho imagined himself taking Jaejoong's busy hands undoing his buttons one by one and firmly clasping them still in his own, earning Jaejoong's full attention as they thoroughly talked this out like mature young adults. But instead Yunho just tried not to black out after Jaejoong's thigh brushed passed his clothed erection.
Jaejoong sat upright in satisfaction.The last button had been successfully released. He tugged Yunho's shirt open but left it on. He didn't make eye contact. Just kind of stared at Yunho's chest. "My family left to go decorate at Grandma's place for the Christmas party tomorrow. We've got plenty of time."
"But when they come back-"
Jaejoong put a finger up to Yunho's lips. He smiled, slow and naughty. "I promise I'll be quiet."
Yunho didn't remember what he was about to say after that. Something about bed springs and wall density. Whatever. Jaejoong's lips just felt so nice against his.
A shirt dropped to the floor. It took Yunho a moment to realize it was Jaejoong's.
He had unzipped his pants when he caught sight of Yunho's face and broke into a slow smile. "Close your mouth, baby. Unless you're gonna use it."
Yunho had just gathered enough brain power to make his lips connect together again but watching Jaejoong pull his waistband down, down past his hips, knees, ankles and disappearing over the edge of the bed had Yunho's jaw falling open again.
Jaejoong closed his mouth for him. He kissed him deep enough to make Yunho's mind wander in and out of consciousness of the feel of Jaejoong's warm hands against his chest and his half hardened member trailing against Yunho's belt.
"Merry Christmas, Yunho." He murmured in Yunho's ear, leaving light kisses along his jaw and neck to which Yunho whimpered.
Jaejoong pulled back and breathed a laugh. "This is your first time. Is there anything you want to do to make this more special?"
Yunho swallowed. "Just you is enough."
"Aw, baby..." After smiling and biting his own lip, Jaejoong bent down to bite Yunho's lip, initiating another kiss. His tongue swiped against Yunho's lip, waiting for an invitation.
Yunho parted his lips and Jaejoong dove in. Kissing and sucking and nipping til Yunho had the feeling that whatever followed would be perfectly fine. There was no need to be nervous. He had a gorgeous boyfriend who loved him and kissed like an angel and-
"But no, seriously." Jaejoong suddenly sat upright. "I want to give you the best Christmas experience," He trailed his index finger across Yunho's bottom lip. "Ever."
"I-Um-"
"So how do you want it?"
Rather than giving a coherent response, the more desired option in Yunho's mind, he sputtered stupidly and nodded before realizing Jaejoong hadn't asked him a yes or no question.
"I'll be honest." Jaejoong took his time walking two fingers up Yunho's torso. This was definitely not the time for Yunho to be ticklish. Jaejoong was sitting stark naked in Yunho's lap while the latter lay on his back motionless, thoughtless and frustratingly fully clothed. Yunho needed a glass of water. His mouth had grown so dry, his throat was closing up and he feared the limited amount of breaths he had left. "I'm really horny. I'd go for anything right now."
Yunho needed a glass of water stat.
Jaejoong's fingers stopped between Yunho's collarbones and pranced around in little circles. "But I want to start slow with you."
Seriously. Yunho needed something wet in his mouth. Okay, that didn't sound right...
"So," His fingers walked their way back down. "That's why..." They paused at his belt, tapping his index finger on the buckle like an impatient foot. "I'm going to warm you up first."
Yunho gulped with what spit he had left and nearly choked to death after realizing it was just his tongue.
Jaejoong ran his tongue across his bottom lip slow. "If you want me to. It's your gift, Yunho. Tell me what you want."
After taking a moment to gather some courage, Yunho opened his mouth.
And Jaejoong suddenly tossed his head back and let out a loud moan.
If Yunho hadn't known better, he would've assumed he must be doing something right. Thus, those excruciating hours he'd spent practicing for this moment with Yoochun in front of his laptop in a weird combination between hard and nauseous had totally paid off. Despite the fact that up til now, he really hadn't been doing anything remotely interesting all day. Unless you called accidentally referring to your boyfriend's mother as another sister (whose name you, of course, have no idea). Honestly, she wasn't too insulted. But in reality, the cell phone in his pocket had started vibrating through his pants, awfully close to where Jaejoong's bare crotch was perched in Yunho's lap.
"Sorry." Yunho muttered, fumbling for his pocket.
Jaejoong grabbed his hand and grinned. "No. Leave it."
"But-" Yunho's cell came to life again, teasing a string of giggles and soft gasps from Jaejoong's mouth.
It came to life with yet another text and then another and then another, leaving Jaejoong flushed and panting just a little.
Yunho would have to remember to murder Junsu.
He was the only one annoying enough to blast him with a rapid fire succession of useless texts, often filled with psychotic emoticons before he finally got to the point. Not to mention his epic fail timing. And Yunho couldn't believe Junsu had gotten Jaejoong breathless like this before Yunho had. Oh yeah. He'd definitely be killing Junsu very soon.
"I like whoever that is." Jaejoong admitted, laughing to himself.
"That's not reassuring." Yunho mumbled under his breath, finally unearthing his cell from his pocket. He flipped it open and read the sender's ID. Yep, that kid would have to die.
"Who is it?"
"Junsu." Yunho all but growled.
Jaejoong stiffened for a long time til and it took Yunho a while to remember exactly why he should probably wait to wring his friend's neck. After all Junsu had been through recently, he'd probably appreciate Yunho killing him a little too much. Which is why he deserved a hug so much more.
"I should..." Yunho's thumb moved to open his inbox. But just as the message opened, a hand closed over the screen and shut it.
"Don't." Jaejoong murmured quietly.
Yunho's eyes darted between Jaejoong and his cell. "But he..."
"I know." Slipping the device out of his hand, Jaejoong brought Yunho's hand up to his lips and kissed it. "But not now."
Yunho swallowed, watching the conflicted look in Jaejoong's eyes as he kissed a slow trail up Yunho's arm. "But what if he needs us?"
"I know, baby." Jaejoong squeezed his eyes shut tight and opened them as if the sheer thought of ignoring a friend for just a moment pained him physically. "But we need this."
The phone began to vibrate continuously now, indicating that Junsu had now defaulted to calling him. Jaejoong flipped it open, pressed a button and the device died. He then took the battery out and placed it on the table next to the bed.
"Yunho," Jaejoong said barely above a whisper. He stared at his hands. "Make me feel less guilty, please."
God, he loved him.
Yunho pulled him down on top of him into a tight hug. It was one of the first things he'd noticed about Jaejoong before they'd officially met. Whether it was before classes or out in the hallways or during lunch, he was always the mediator between his bickering friends Heechul, Hankyung and Siwon. Even then, Yunho could see that a part of him loved being the one who pulled his friends back together when they began to drift apart.
But such a job came with a feeling of immense responsibility which Jaejoong quietly carried on his shoulders without complaint. Now it seemed like the extensive history behind Junsu and Yoochun and their current fight, in addition to their incredible stupidity added more weight to Jaejoong's load. He loved his friends but sometimes he needed a break from other people's problems. And Yunho was probably the only person right now who understood that.
So, for now Junsu would wait. It wasn't like he'd miraculously made up with Yoochun after he'd confessed to Junsu that he loved him, quite possibly ruining their friendship as a result and now the two were somehow dating after spending practically their entire lifetimes as friends and that phone call was just Junsu calling to spazz like his normal hyperactive self rather than counting all the newly found reasons why he hated Yoochun. Right?
It started with just a peck behind Jaejoong's ear to comfort him. Then Jaejoong turned his head to return the favor. And then he was sucking at Yunho's neck. Soon they were making out, Jaejoong's member re-thickening against Yunho's abdomen and fully reminding him that Kim Jaejoong was on top of him and fucking naked.
Yunho groaned into his mouth and Jaejoong pulled back, licking Yunho's taste off his lips. "Where were we?"
Yunho groaned again in response. Jaejoong somehow understood and worked Yunho's belt off and dropped it off the side of the bed, joining the rest of Jaejoong's clothes with a clatter.
"I wanna show you something." Jaejoong first left a kiss on Yunho's collarbone. Then worked his way down, making sure not to miss those parts of Yunho's body that made him hiss til he was at eye line with Yunho's pants zipper. He smiled.
Wordlessly, he rubbed the obvious bulge there, earning a sharp grunt from the class president. It was already so tight against the unbearable restriction of his clothes and they had barely gotten started. It was a mental battle just trying not to cum from the way Jaejoong was looking at him, eyes locked on his with the faintest, playful smile.
Soon, Jaejoong had undone the zipper and pulled the specimen he was looking for out of Yunho's pants. Just the heat of Jaejoong's hand against his hardened cock for the very first time had Yunho wriggling.
Jaejoong looked from the stiff member to Yunho then back to the cock standing tall then back at Yunho. A slow, approving smile. And his hand started to move.
He stroked him off slow at first, licking occasionally at the sides and sucking the shaft here and there. Yunho had discovered something new about his boyfriend and he wasn't yet sure if he liked it-He was a tease.
Then he took his hand away entirely and Yunho involuntarily let out a disappointed sigh. And then suddenly everything was hot and he nearly bit off a chunk of tongue in an abrupt wave of pleasure.
Jaejoong's mouth constricted around his cock perfectly as he bobbed up and down at a moderate pace. Any tighter or faster and Yunho would probably have to excuse himself from existence out of sheer embarrassment. His boyfriend kept a steady pace, tongue doing tricks and occasionally flicking over the tip in a way that made Yunho gasp.
This may have been Yunho's first blowjob but he had already decided that it was the best he'd ever had. No wonder Junsu talked about them all the time. Blowjobs were incredible. Dammit, Junsu, get out of my head.
Just when Yunho was about to have a surprise ending, Jaejoong slid off his dick and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Were you taking notes?"
Yunho was still recovering from an almost orgasm. "Huh?" He sputtered.
Jaejoong laid down next to Yunho, smiling expectantly. "Now do me."
Once it finally dawned on Yunho what he meant (and no, he didn't mean do me, do me), he hurriedly rolled over and adjusted himself til he was face to tip with Jaejoong's cock. It was just as beautiful as its owner. And Yunho would definitely be keeping that thought to himself for the rest of forever.
Before too much time passed and Yunho managed to look even stupider, he took the member in his hand and began to pump, careful not to grip too tight. He glanced at his boyfriend for approval. "Is this okay?"
Jaejoong bit his lip, watching Yunho's hand slide up and down. "Hold it tighter." When Yunho did, Jaejoong's eyes immediately fluttered shut and he sucked in a breath. Yunho could get used to that face.
He watched in fascination as Jaejoong's body slowly grew more restless, hips squirming and hands grabbing at the bed sheets. He looked at Yunho through quivering, long eyelashes. "Yunnie, please..."
Yunho had no idea how he knew exactly what to do next but when he wrapped his mouth around the tip, Jaejoong threw his head back in a mix between a moan and a needy whine and his hands disappeared in Yunho's hair.
With Jaejoong's grip anchored in Yunho's roots as guidance, he bobbed just as Jaejoong had done, making sure to move his tongue as his boyfriend had, thrilled to discover he had the same pleased reactions as Yunho had earlier. Only it seemed way more erotic when Jaejoong writhed and gasped like that. Yunho could definitely get used to that, too.
"O-okay." Jaejoong breathed a shaky laugh and gently pulled Yunho off his cock. "Look in my bottom sock drawer, baby."
As Yunho got off the bed and strode across the room, he could feel the other's eyes following his movements. It triggered an unfamiliar sense of self-consciousness that Yunho had never experienced even when asked to deliver surprise, impromptu speeches and lists of instructions as class president in front of whatever school organization was depending on him at the moment.
This made his skin prickle and he felt the sudden need to cover himself up. And Yunho was the only fully dressed person in the room. In the entire empty house...
He bent over, fully, but belatedly aware of Jaejoong's eyes unabashedly surveying his ass and opened the drawer. A condom and a tube with a shiny red bow slid against the wood.
He turned back to the other with the tube in hand and Jaejoong only smiled, a hand absent-mindedly roaming over his chest.
Yunho returned to the bed and Jaejoong pulled him closer til he was sitting between his thighs with Jaejoong legs on either side of Yunho. Somehow, he still seemed comfortable in his own skin, exuding the same confidence as clothed Jaejoong even while stark naked and spread open.
It only made Yunho more impatient. He wanted Jaejoong to make that face again. He wanted Jaejoong to make those sounds again with Yunho's commanding hands, gasping and blushing as he had when Junsu's texts had aroused him. Wait, no. Damn you, Junsu.
Jaejoong took Yunho's hand into his and without prior explanation and slathered the slick gel all over his fingers before doing the same to himself, lying back propped up on his elbows.
"Watch." Was all he said before his slicked up hand traveled down and stopped below his balls. He stiffened and threw his head back as he probed inside.
Yunho didn't know what to do with himself. His boyfriend was breaching himself with a single digit, slowly pumping in and out and Yunho had a front row seat. He didn't even have the sense to know whether to be turned on or worried as he watched Jaejoong's face flit between pain and pleasure.
Okay, sure Junsu had talked about this before, too. About the pain before the fun. Junsu had been a lot more graphic about the experience than Yunho would've liked and so he'd done his best to repress most of his memories covering this topic with Junsu, but now snippets of those conversations were flooding back to him.
Should I be doing something? Why did Jaejoong do it himself and only make me watch? Am I supposed to be doing it to myself? But if you're preparing yourself, doesn't that mean you're getting ready to bottom? Can there be two bottoms during sex?
Of course, there can't be two bottoms during sex, you dork!
Then what's going on?
Sex, genius! Now get in there and heat things up! >8D
But what do I do first? Kiss him? Touch him? Where? When?
You're hopeless. =_= I'm exiling you as my friend.
You're no help! I'm exiling you from my mind.
Good luck with that, yo~ >D
"Shut up, Junsu."
Jaejoong's eyes blinked open and he stared at Yunho breathlessly. "What?"
"Nothing, baby." Yunho shook the mental Junsu out of his head, berating himself for temporarily losing his mind in the middle of losing his virginity.
"Mmm," He hummed, either too distracted by his own ministrations to notice Yunho's crazy or ignoring it entirely. "Put yours in, too."
Yunho coughed. "W-with yours?"
Jaejoong nodded, adjusting his own hand to make room for Yunho's.
Gulping, Yunho moved his hand closer and-
"Other hand, baby." Jaejoong smiled.
Gulping, Yunho moved his lubricated hand closer and hesitantly, touched the skin near the ring where Jaejoong's finger was half engulfed. It was warm. Jaejoong nodded, prodding him on and Yunho held a breath. He entered.
"You okay?" Yunho asked shakily. Jaejoong's eyes had snapped shut and his breath hitched. Yunho wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
His boyfriend only responded with a clipped mewl, moving his finger in and out, rubbing against Yunho's while Jaejoong's walls contracted sporadically around them. Yunho just shut up and followed his lead.
It wasn't long before Yunho had finally decided that yes, he was finally doing something right. Jaejoong picked up the pace to which Yunho matched, not caring that he was blatantly staring at the other's face from a mere two inches away as his mouth dropped open and soft moans breathed out.
Amongst the moans and grunts and gasps for air, Yunho could've sworn he'd heard an order for "More," so Yunho carefully added another finger. That was when Jaejoong's hips started to buck, the tip of his cock leaking precum on his lower belly.
"Yunnie," Jaejoong extracted his hand and grabbed Yunho's wrist. "Go deeper. Now move a little-Yes, right there. Now curl your fingers upward."
Yunho did as he was told and was almost startled when Jaejoong's eyes rolled back in his head as his body shuddered violently.
"That's the spot you're looking for." Jaejoong breathed, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a rush as Yunho obediently probed that spot. He picked up speed and plucked the courage to add another finger as he felt Jaejoong loosening up. Jaejoong kept a near painful grip on his wrist but let Yunho choose his own speed as he clutched Yunho's back for support with his other hand. He was panting harsh in Yunho's ear, hips now undulating against the class president's hand until Yunho tossed his patience aside and reached for the condom.
Jaejoong quickly rolled it on with skill, lubing Yunho up, as well as delivering a nice, quick handjob that made Yunho incredibly ecstatic that there was no one else in the house to hear them.
Jaejoong rolled them over til he was sitting in Yunho's lap again and positioned himself over Yunho's cock.
The moment he breached, Yunho saw a wild flash of colors til he just closed his eyes and felt.
It was unbelievable. He was impossibly tight and hot and the way Jaejoong rolled his hips as he adjusted and sank deeper made Yunho's head spin. Soon, Jaejoong was balls deep and Yunho was just amazed.
Jaejoong moved slow, lifting his cheeks off Yunho's thighs at a patient pace and studying the other's face intensely as if gaging just how much pleasure Yunho was feeling. But Yunho couldn't bring himself to care what potentially ridiculous facial expression Jaejoong was currently watching. It probably wasn't that bad and Jaejoong wouldn't give a damn anyway.
It felt too good to care about anything. The skin around his hips was smooth and warm so Yunho kept his hands there and hung on tight. Jaejoong's kisses traveling up and down his jawline were butterfly soft and wonderfully damp from the tip of his tongue as he slowly bounced in Yunho's lap.
It wasn't long-no, not long at all-before Yunho bit down hard on his lip and felt a sudden wave of pleasure tugging from his navel down into his spine. He released hard, grunting through his teeth.
He braced himself against his boyfriend's shoulder, still buried inside him as his body decided whether or not it wanted to come down from this high. Jaejoong whispered sweet and dirty promises in his ear and Yunho had no idea what any of it meant as the blood pounding in his ears drowned him out and swirled it all together.
When he fell back, limp and spent, they kissed full on, open and desperate. Like if they sucked on the other's tongue for long enough, they could pull out happiness, a spare orgasm and maybe a leprechaun or something equally stupid. All the while, Jaejoong whispered between kisses until Yunho was convinced his words were aimed directly at his cock and he was up and hard again.
They rolled over with Jaejoong on his back and Yunho bit his neck. The loud moan that followed had Yunho going at it again, this time his thrusts were short and powerful but fast as he jerked inside the man beneath him.
Jaejoong clung to him, face buried in Yunho's neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, seducing Yunho even deeper. Yunho adjusted his angle, in search of that spot, unsure if he could find it again without guidance but determined to make Jaejoong sing.
"Oh god." Jaejoong's voice cracked as his body quaked.
There. With that, Yunho hammered into him, arms encircling him, pulling Jaejoong impossibly closer. He needed skin, more skin, anything of Jaejoong's to touch.
Jaejoong's voice alone made him dizzy. He took his boyfriend's cock into his hand and pumped erratically, earning a particularly urgent moan.
Jaejoong's mouth opened silently as his body suddenly went rigid. He spilled between their chests, his body shuddering from the force. With a few more thrusts and Jaejoong's teeth on his earlobe, Yunho was following not too far behind.
And so there it was. Yunho's best Christmas present of all time.
After a few minutes of recovery and kisses neither of them could stop smiling long enough to do properly, Yunho pulled out. "Um, should I have done that twice with one condom? It feels weird."
Jaejoong just laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. "I've got more in the drawer."
"So..." Yunho failed at hiding an idiotic grin. "We're doing this again?"
Jaejoong swiped a tongue over his bottom lip. "And again and again."
"Merry Christmas to me."
Jaejoong laughed. "I'm glad you enjoyed your gift. Now..." He rolled out from under Yunho and reached over the side of the bed for the lube that had fallen to the floor amidst the frenzy. "If you're up for it, I could teach you something else."
"Anything." Yunho said a little too quickly, earning another laugh from his boyfriend.
"This is the time of year for giving." Jaejoong quirked an eyebrow and grinned, squirting lube onto his hands. "Now let's teach you how to receive."
Part 2
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Yo! 8D
*avoids evil glares*
Yesh, I know this is well, WELLLLL overdue~ But the gift I told you guys about after Hookups and Emoticons is finally here! Please enjoy this very (very) late gift as a Christmas present. :3 I know what you guys are thinking: Why couldn't you give this to us...um....A YEAR AGO??!??!?!? DDDDD88< But...I tried. T.T I really did. But it just wasn't coming to me and I like the story way too much to force it. So I let it sit for a while. And along the way, my writing improved a bit and I was finally hit with inspiration. So, in a way, it's a good thing I waited so long to write this. Right? :'D *cautiously takes a step back*
So yeah~ Please enjoy. <3 And for those of you who are new to the fic, this can probably be read independently but it might help to understand stuff if you read the fic Hookups and Emoticons. x'D
Oh yeah. I also made a PDF for H&E. >:D
Also, also vote for your favorite fic in the Christmas Contest in dbkrackweens!
Woo! Happy Holidays!
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Author: k_chan91
Disclaimer: I own no boys but I do own the predecessor to this fic, Hookups and Emoticons >:D
Pairings: Yunjae, Kimin, Yoosu
Length: [1/3]
Genre: Romance, smut, comedy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, some language, Junsu 8D
Summary: December 24th, Yunho's losing it. December 31st, Changmin's falling from a roof. June 4th, Junsu's barking at trucks.
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I've FINALLY written part 1 of the 3 part epilogue to Hookups and Emoticons. I know. It's been a VERY long time. *runs*
December 24 || December 31 || June 4
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December 24: Yunho and Jaejoong
Yunho blinked up foggily at the ceiling fan. Why was it on? It was already kinda chilly. And it made him a wee bit queasy. How had he gotten here, anyway?
He remembered being alone in the dark in Jaejoong's family's living room and leaving white stains all over the couch cushions. That'll be weird to clean up later...
And before that he remembered the love of his life shooing him away to the living room because he was being a nuisance. Jaejoong hadn't actually said it that way but Yunho knew that was what he meant in the most loving way possible. Since he'd shown up to experience Christmas Eve with Jaejoong, Yunho had been perpetually in someone's way at any given point in time.
Bumping into a sister on her way to the pantry. Tripping over a sister heading to the refrigerator. Sideswiping a sister next to the stove, not the most pleasant experience in the world when said stove was boiling stew and other hot items, so Yunho had definitely earned that high-pitched, startled squeal in his ear.
And definitely standing idly in the corner of the kitchen minding his own business when another sister rushed by carrying a couple pounds of flour meant for tomorrow's Christmas cookies which somehow ended up all over the front of Yunho's pants. Which explained why he'd left white streaks all over Jaejoong's parents' nice living room couch. It didn't deserve such treatment. It was warm, soft and plushy. Kinda like Jaejoong's family. Well, not literally. Figuratively. Kind of.
Yunho remembered chaos. All of Jaejoong's immediate family were buzzing all over the house with wrapping paper and sugar-free candy canes, losing and discovering various clothing and kitchen items, complaining about which sister had stolen and/or borrowed another sister's sweater and/or shoes and bombarding Yunho with smiles and names he wouldn't remember and squeals of delight at the youngest family member's taste in men in a pre-Christmas festivities frenzy. And then it had all disappeared.
He'd fallen asleep on the couch. Granted, after Yunho had been officially banished to the living room, he had been pretty wiped out from failing at life pretty much the entire last half of the day.
The only clue he received that Jaejoong's parent's didn't already assume he was a moronic klutz was when he could've sworn Mr. Kim had shot him an apologetic smile when Jaejoong got distracted in the middle of introducing Yunho to yet another sister and ended up conducting a full chorus of Christmas carols with the entire room, leaving Yunho overwhelmed and still wondering if this were the twelve or eighteenth female relative he'd met today.
When he'd woken up, it was eerily quiet but still dark. And then there was just Jaejoong. And he was smiling. And then Yunho was in Jaejoong's bedroom, on his back on his boyfriend's bed, staring up at the ceiling fan, wondering what incredibly useful feat he could've possibly accomplished today to deserve this gift.
"Nervous, baby?" Jaejoong was straddling his waist, smile buried in Yunho's neck and working those pesky buttons on the front of Yunho's shirt.
"W-what if they come back?" Yunho swallowed but his throat was dry. "I don't want to make an even worse impression on your parents."
"They love you, Yunnie."
"I doubt that..."
"Trust me."
"But seriously. What if they come back?" Yunho imagined himself taking Jaejoong's busy hands undoing his buttons one by one and firmly clasping them still in his own, earning Jaejoong's full attention as they thoroughly talked this out like mature young adults. But instead Yunho just tried not to black out after Jaejoong's thigh brushed passed his clothed erection.
Jaejoong sat upright in satisfaction.The last button had been successfully released. He tugged Yunho's shirt open but left it on. He didn't make eye contact. Just kind of stared at Yunho's chest. "My family left to go decorate at Grandma's place for the Christmas party tomorrow. We've got plenty of time."
"But when they come back-"
Jaejoong put a finger up to Yunho's lips. He smiled, slow and naughty. "I promise I'll be quiet."
Yunho didn't remember what he was about to say after that. Something about bed springs and wall density. Whatever. Jaejoong's lips just felt so nice against his.
A shirt dropped to the floor. It took Yunho a moment to realize it was Jaejoong's.
He had unzipped his pants when he caught sight of Yunho's face and broke into a slow smile. "Close your mouth, baby. Unless you're gonna use it."
Yunho had just gathered enough brain power to make his lips connect together again but watching Jaejoong pull his waistband down, down past his hips, knees, ankles and disappearing over the edge of the bed had Yunho's jaw falling open again.
Jaejoong closed his mouth for him. He kissed him deep enough to make Yunho's mind wander in and out of consciousness of the feel of Jaejoong's warm hands against his chest and his half hardened member trailing against Yunho's belt.
"Merry Christmas, Yunho." He murmured in Yunho's ear, leaving light kisses along his jaw and neck to which Yunho whimpered.
Jaejoong pulled back and breathed a laugh. "This is your first time. Is there anything you want to do to make this more special?"
Yunho swallowed. "Just you is enough."
"Aw, baby..." After smiling and biting his own lip, Jaejoong bent down to bite Yunho's lip, initiating another kiss. His tongue swiped against Yunho's lip, waiting for an invitation.
Yunho parted his lips and Jaejoong dove in. Kissing and sucking and nipping til Yunho had the feeling that whatever followed would be perfectly fine. There was no need to be nervous. He had a gorgeous boyfriend who loved him and kissed like an angel and-
"But no, seriously." Jaejoong suddenly sat upright. "I want to give you the best Christmas experience," He trailed his index finger across Yunho's bottom lip. "Ever."
"I-Um-"
"So how do you want it?"
Rather than giving a coherent response, the more desired option in Yunho's mind, he sputtered stupidly and nodded before realizing Jaejoong hadn't asked him a yes or no question.
"I'll be honest." Jaejoong took his time walking two fingers up Yunho's torso. This was definitely not the time for Yunho to be ticklish. Jaejoong was sitting stark naked in Yunho's lap while the latter lay on his back motionless, thoughtless and frustratingly fully clothed. Yunho needed a glass of water. His mouth had grown so dry, his throat was closing up and he feared the limited amount of breaths he had left. "I'm really horny. I'd go for anything right now."
Yunho needed a glass of water stat.
Jaejoong's fingers stopped between Yunho's collarbones and pranced around in little circles. "But I want to start slow with you."
Seriously. Yunho needed something wet in his mouth. Okay, that didn't sound right...
"So," His fingers walked their way back down. "That's why..." They paused at his belt, tapping his index finger on the buckle like an impatient foot. "I'm going to warm you up first."
Yunho gulped with what spit he had left and nearly choked to death after realizing it was just his tongue.
Jaejoong ran his tongue across his bottom lip slow. "If you want me to. It's your gift, Yunho. Tell me what you want."
After taking a moment to gather some courage, Yunho opened his mouth.
And Jaejoong suddenly tossed his head back and let out a loud moan.
If Yunho hadn't known better, he would've assumed he must be doing something right. Thus, those excruciating hours he'd spent practicing for this moment with Yoochun in front of his laptop in a weird combination between hard and nauseous had totally paid off. Despite the fact that up til now, he really hadn't been doing anything remotely interesting all day. Unless you called accidentally referring to your boyfriend's mother as another sister (whose name you, of course, have no idea). Honestly, she wasn't too insulted. But in reality, the cell phone in his pocket had started vibrating through his pants, awfully close to where Jaejoong's bare crotch was perched in Yunho's lap.
"Sorry." Yunho muttered, fumbling for his pocket.
Jaejoong grabbed his hand and grinned. "No. Leave it."
"But-" Yunho's cell came to life again, teasing a string of giggles and soft gasps from Jaejoong's mouth.
It came to life with yet another text and then another and then another, leaving Jaejoong flushed and panting just a little.
Yunho would have to remember to murder Junsu.
He was the only one annoying enough to blast him with a rapid fire succession of useless texts, often filled with psychotic emoticons before he finally got to the point. Not to mention his epic fail timing. And Yunho couldn't believe Junsu had gotten Jaejoong breathless like this before Yunho had. Oh yeah. He'd definitely be killing Junsu very soon.
"I like whoever that is." Jaejoong admitted, laughing to himself.
"That's not reassuring." Yunho mumbled under his breath, finally unearthing his cell from his pocket. He flipped it open and read the sender's ID. Yep, that kid would have to die.
"Who is it?"
"Junsu." Yunho all but growled.
Jaejoong stiffened for a long time til and it took Yunho a while to remember exactly why he should probably wait to wring his friend's neck. After all Junsu had been through recently, he'd probably appreciate Yunho killing him a little too much. Which is why he deserved a hug so much more.
"I should..." Yunho's thumb moved to open his inbox. But just as the message opened, a hand closed over the screen and shut it.
"Don't." Jaejoong murmured quietly.
Yunho's eyes darted between Jaejoong and his cell. "But he..."
"I know." Slipping the device out of his hand, Jaejoong brought Yunho's hand up to his lips and kissed it. "But not now."
Yunho swallowed, watching the conflicted look in Jaejoong's eyes as he kissed a slow trail up Yunho's arm. "But what if he needs us?"
"I know, baby." Jaejoong squeezed his eyes shut tight and opened them as if the sheer thought of ignoring a friend for just a moment pained him physically. "But we need this."
The phone began to vibrate continuously now, indicating that Junsu had now defaulted to calling him. Jaejoong flipped it open, pressed a button and the device died. He then took the battery out and placed it on the table next to the bed.
"Yunho," Jaejoong said barely above a whisper. He stared at his hands. "Make me feel less guilty, please."
God, he loved him.
Yunho pulled him down on top of him into a tight hug. It was one of the first things he'd noticed about Jaejoong before they'd officially met. Whether it was before classes or out in the hallways or during lunch, he was always the mediator between his bickering friends Heechul, Hankyung and Siwon. Even then, Yunho could see that a part of him loved being the one who pulled his friends back together when they began to drift apart.
But such a job came with a feeling of immense responsibility which Jaejoong quietly carried on his shoulders without complaint. Now it seemed like the extensive history behind Junsu and Yoochun and their current fight, in addition to their incredible stupidity added more weight to Jaejoong's load. He loved his friends but sometimes he needed a break from other people's problems. And Yunho was probably the only person right now who understood that.
So, for now Junsu would wait. It wasn't like he'd miraculously made up with Yoochun after he'd confessed to Junsu that he loved him, quite possibly ruining their friendship as a result and now the two were somehow dating after spending practically their entire lifetimes as friends and that phone call was just Junsu calling to spazz like his normal hyperactive self rather than counting all the newly found reasons why he hated Yoochun. Right?
It started with just a peck behind Jaejoong's ear to comfort him. Then Jaejoong turned his head to return the favor. And then he was sucking at Yunho's neck. Soon they were making out, Jaejoong's member re-thickening against Yunho's abdomen and fully reminding him that Kim Jaejoong was on top of him and fucking naked.
Yunho groaned into his mouth and Jaejoong pulled back, licking Yunho's taste off his lips. "Where were we?"
Yunho groaned again in response. Jaejoong somehow understood and worked Yunho's belt off and dropped it off the side of the bed, joining the rest of Jaejoong's clothes with a clatter.
"I wanna show you something." Jaejoong first left a kiss on Yunho's collarbone. Then worked his way down, making sure not to miss those parts of Yunho's body that made him hiss til he was at eye line with Yunho's pants zipper. He smiled.
Wordlessly, he rubbed the obvious bulge there, earning a sharp grunt from the class president. It was already so tight against the unbearable restriction of his clothes and they had barely gotten started. It was a mental battle just trying not to cum from the way Jaejoong was looking at him, eyes locked on his with the faintest, playful smile.
Soon, Jaejoong had undone the zipper and pulled the specimen he was looking for out of Yunho's pants. Just the heat of Jaejoong's hand against his hardened cock for the very first time had Yunho wriggling.
Jaejoong looked from the stiff member to Yunho then back to the cock standing tall then back at Yunho. A slow, approving smile. And his hand started to move.
He stroked him off slow at first, licking occasionally at the sides and sucking the shaft here and there. Yunho had discovered something new about his boyfriend and he wasn't yet sure if he liked it-He was a tease.
Then he took his hand away entirely and Yunho involuntarily let out a disappointed sigh. And then suddenly everything was hot and he nearly bit off a chunk of tongue in an abrupt wave of pleasure.
Jaejoong's mouth constricted around his cock perfectly as he bobbed up and down at a moderate pace. Any tighter or faster and Yunho would probably have to excuse himself from existence out of sheer embarrassment. His boyfriend kept a steady pace, tongue doing tricks and occasionally flicking over the tip in a way that made Yunho gasp.
This may have been Yunho's first blowjob but he had already decided that it was the best he'd ever had. No wonder Junsu talked about them all the time. Blowjobs were incredible. Dammit, Junsu, get out of my head.
Just when Yunho was about to have a surprise ending, Jaejoong slid off his dick and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Were you taking notes?"
Yunho was still recovering from an almost orgasm. "Huh?" He sputtered.
Jaejoong laid down next to Yunho, smiling expectantly. "Now do me."
Once it finally dawned on Yunho what he meant (and no, he didn't mean do me, do me), he hurriedly rolled over and adjusted himself til he was face to tip with Jaejoong's cock. It was just as beautiful as its owner. And Yunho would definitely be keeping that thought to himself for the rest of forever.
Before too much time passed and Yunho managed to look even stupider, he took the member in his hand and began to pump, careful not to grip too tight. He glanced at his boyfriend for approval. "Is this okay?"
Jaejoong bit his lip, watching Yunho's hand slide up and down. "Hold it tighter." When Yunho did, Jaejoong's eyes immediately fluttered shut and he sucked in a breath. Yunho could get used to that face.
He watched in fascination as Jaejoong's body slowly grew more restless, hips squirming and hands grabbing at the bed sheets. He looked at Yunho through quivering, long eyelashes. "Yunnie, please..."
Yunho had no idea how he knew exactly what to do next but when he wrapped his mouth around the tip, Jaejoong threw his head back in a mix between a moan and a needy whine and his hands disappeared in Yunho's hair.
With Jaejoong's grip anchored in Yunho's roots as guidance, he bobbed just as Jaejoong had done, making sure to move his tongue as his boyfriend had, thrilled to discover he had the same pleased reactions as Yunho had earlier. Only it seemed way more erotic when Jaejoong writhed and gasped like that. Yunho could definitely get used to that, too.
"O-okay." Jaejoong breathed a shaky laugh and gently pulled Yunho off his cock. "Look in my bottom sock drawer, baby."
As Yunho got off the bed and strode across the room, he could feel the other's eyes following his movements. It triggered an unfamiliar sense of self-consciousness that Yunho had never experienced even when asked to deliver surprise, impromptu speeches and lists of instructions as class president in front of whatever school organization was depending on him at the moment.
This made his skin prickle and he felt the sudden need to cover himself up. And Yunho was the only fully dressed person in the room. In the entire empty house...
He bent over, fully, but belatedly aware of Jaejoong's eyes unabashedly surveying his ass and opened the drawer. A condom and a tube with a shiny red bow slid against the wood.
He turned back to the other with the tube in hand and Jaejoong only smiled, a hand absent-mindedly roaming over his chest.
Yunho returned to the bed and Jaejoong pulled him closer til he was sitting between his thighs with Jaejoong legs on either side of Yunho. Somehow, he still seemed comfortable in his own skin, exuding the same confidence as clothed Jaejoong even while stark naked and spread open.
It only made Yunho more impatient. He wanted Jaejoong to make that face again. He wanted Jaejoong to make those sounds again with Yunho's commanding hands, gasping and blushing as he had when Junsu's texts had aroused him. Wait, no. Damn you, Junsu.
Jaejoong took Yunho's hand into his and without prior explanation and slathered the slick gel all over his fingers before doing the same to himself, lying back propped up on his elbows.
"Watch." Was all he said before his slicked up hand traveled down and stopped below his balls. He stiffened and threw his head back as he probed inside.
Yunho didn't know what to do with himself. His boyfriend was breaching himself with a single digit, slowly pumping in and out and Yunho had a front row seat. He didn't even have the sense to know whether to be turned on or worried as he watched Jaejoong's face flit between pain and pleasure.
Okay, sure Junsu had talked about this before, too. About the pain before the fun. Junsu had been a lot more graphic about the experience than Yunho would've liked and so he'd done his best to repress most of his memories covering this topic with Junsu, but now snippets of those conversations were flooding back to him.
Should I be doing something? Why did Jaejoong do it himself and only make me watch? Am I supposed to be doing it to myself? But if you're preparing yourself, doesn't that mean you're getting ready to bottom? Can there be two bottoms during sex?
Of course, there can't be two bottoms during sex, you dork!
Then what's going on?
Sex, genius! Now get in there and heat things up! >8D
But what do I do first? Kiss him? Touch him? Where? When?
You're hopeless. =_= I'm exiling you as my friend.
You're no help! I'm exiling you from my mind.
Good luck with that, yo~ >D
"Shut up, Junsu."
Jaejoong's eyes blinked open and he stared at Yunho breathlessly. "What?"
"Nothing, baby." Yunho shook the mental Junsu out of his head, berating himself for temporarily losing his mind in the middle of losing his virginity.
"Mmm," He hummed, either too distracted by his own ministrations to notice Yunho's crazy or ignoring it entirely. "Put yours in, too."
Yunho coughed. "W-with yours?"
Jaejoong nodded, adjusting his own hand to make room for Yunho's.
Gulping, Yunho moved his hand closer and-
"Other hand, baby." Jaejoong smiled.
Gulping, Yunho moved his lubricated hand closer and hesitantly, touched the skin near the ring where Jaejoong's finger was half engulfed. It was warm. Jaejoong nodded, prodding him on and Yunho held a breath. He entered.
"You okay?" Yunho asked shakily. Jaejoong's eyes had snapped shut and his breath hitched. Yunho wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
His boyfriend only responded with a clipped mewl, moving his finger in and out, rubbing against Yunho's while Jaejoong's walls contracted sporadically around them. Yunho just shut up and followed his lead.
It wasn't long before Yunho had finally decided that yes, he was finally doing something right. Jaejoong picked up the pace to which Yunho matched, not caring that he was blatantly staring at the other's face from a mere two inches away as his mouth dropped open and soft moans breathed out.
Amongst the moans and grunts and gasps for air, Yunho could've sworn he'd heard an order for "More," so Yunho carefully added another finger. That was when Jaejoong's hips started to buck, the tip of his cock leaking precum on his lower belly.
"Yunnie," Jaejoong extracted his hand and grabbed Yunho's wrist. "Go deeper. Now move a little-Yes, right there. Now curl your fingers upward."
Yunho did as he was told and was almost startled when Jaejoong's eyes rolled back in his head as his body shuddered violently.
"That's the spot you're looking for." Jaejoong breathed, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a rush as Yunho obediently probed that spot. He picked up speed and plucked the courage to add another finger as he felt Jaejoong loosening up. Jaejoong kept a near painful grip on his wrist but let Yunho choose his own speed as he clutched Yunho's back for support with his other hand. He was panting harsh in Yunho's ear, hips now undulating against the class president's hand until Yunho tossed his patience aside and reached for the condom.
Jaejoong quickly rolled it on with skill, lubing Yunho up, as well as delivering a nice, quick handjob that made Yunho incredibly ecstatic that there was no one else in the house to hear them.
Jaejoong rolled them over til he was sitting in Yunho's lap again and positioned himself over Yunho's cock.
The moment he breached, Yunho saw a wild flash of colors til he just closed his eyes and felt.
It was unbelievable. He was impossibly tight and hot and the way Jaejoong rolled his hips as he adjusted and sank deeper made Yunho's head spin. Soon, Jaejoong was balls deep and Yunho was just amazed.
Jaejoong moved slow, lifting his cheeks off Yunho's thighs at a patient pace and studying the other's face intensely as if gaging just how much pleasure Yunho was feeling. But Yunho couldn't bring himself to care what potentially ridiculous facial expression Jaejoong was currently watching. It probably wasn't that bad and Jaejoong wouldn't give a damn anyway.
It felt too good to care about anything. The skin around his hips was smooth and warm so Yunho kept his hands there and hung on tight. Jaejoong's kisses traveling up and down his jawline were butterfly soft and wonderfully damp from the tip of his tongue as he slowly bounced in Yunho's lap.
It wasn't long-no, not long at all-before Yunho bit down hard on his lip and felt a sudden wave of pleasure tugging from his navel down into his spine. He released hard, grunting through his teeth.
He braced himself against his boyfriend's shoulder, still buried inside him as his body decided whether or not it wanted to come down from this high. Jaejoong whispered sweet and dirty promises in his ear and Yunho had no idea what any of it meant as the blood pounding in his ears drowned him out and swirled it all together.
When he fell back, limp and spent, they kissed full on, open and desperate. Like if they sucked on the other's tongue for long enough, they could pull out happiness, a spare orgasm and maybe a leprechaun or something equally stupid. All the while, Jaejoong whispered between kisses until Yunho was convinced his words were aimed directly at his cock and he was up and hard again.
They rolled over with Jaejoong on his back and Yunho bit his neck. The loud moan that followed had Yunho going at it again, this time his thrusts were short and powerful but fast as he jerked inside the man beneath him.
Jaejoong clung to him, face buried in Yunho's neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, seducing Yunho even deeper. Yunho adjusted his angle, in search of that spot, unsure if he could find it again without guidance but determined to make Jaejoong sing.
"Oh god." Jaejoong's voice cracked as his body quaked.
There. With that, Yunho hammered into him, arms encircling him, pulling Jaejoong impossibly closer. He needed skin, more skin, anything of Jaejoong's to touch.
Jaejoong's voice alone made him dizzy. He took his boyfriend's cock into his hand and pumped erratically, earning a particularly urgent moan.
Jaejoong's mouth opened silently as his body suddenly went rigid. He spilled between their chests, his body shuddering from the force. With a few more thrusts and Jaejoong's teeth on his earlobe, Yunho was following not too far behind.
And so there it was. Yunho's best Christmas present of all time.
After a few minutes of recovery and kisses neither of them could stop smiling long enough to do properly, Yunho pulled out. "Um, should I have done that twice with one condom? It feels weird."
Jaejoong just laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. "I've got more in the drawer."
"So..." Yunho failed at hiding an idiotic grin. "We're doing this again?"
Jaejoong swiped a tongue over his bottom lip. "And again and again."
"Merry Christmas to me."
Jaejoong laughed. "I'm glad you enjoyed your gift. Now..." He rolled out from under Yunho and reached over the side of the bed for the lube that had fallen to the floor amidst the frenzy. "If you're up for it, I could teach you something else."
"Anything." Yunho said a little too quickly, earning another laugh from his boyfriend.
"This is the time of year for giving." Jaejoong quirked an eyebrow and grinned, squirting lube onto his hands. "Now let's teach you how to receive."
Part 2
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Yo! 8D
*avoids evil glares*
Yesh, I know this is well, WELLLLL overdue~ But the gift I told you guys about after Hookups and Emoticons is finally here! Please enjoy this very (very) late gift as a Christmas present. :3 I know what you guys are thinking: Why couldn't you give this to us...um....A YEAR AGO??!??!?!? DDDDD88< But...I tried. T.T I really did. But it just wasn't coming to me and I like the story way too much to force it. So I let it sit for a while. And along the way, my writing improved a bit and I was finally hit with inspiration. So, in a way, it's a good thing I waited so long to write this. Right? :'D *cautiously takes a step back*
So yeah~ Please enjoy. <3 And for those of you who are new to the fic, this can probably be read independently but it might help to understand stuff if you read the fic Hookups and Emoticons. x'D
Oh yeah. I also made a PDF for H&E. >:D
Also, also vote for your favorite fic in the Christmas Contest in dbkrackweens!
Woo! Happy Holidays!
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