JaeHo Advent Drabble 16
16. Bed
He could almost feel the echoes as he ran his fingers over the hardwood of the headboard. Strong fingers had clutched it more times than he could count, used its strength for stability, for an anchor when pleasure was singing through ever nerve in their bodies. There were echoes of fingers that had intertwined sweaty and desperate, clutching because they could do nothing else. The headboard was all that remained, all that had been left when he had returned to their apartment in Japan.
It needed to be replaced, they had told him. He had earned a more comfortable, more luxurious mattress, something they tried to convince him of. He didn’t buy it. Someone had found out. Someone knew. Someone wanted to erase anything that might help him to cling to the man that had walked out of the group, wanted to fracture them in any way he could. There were too many people it could be and he never found out who was responsible, but he did spend his time second guessing everyone.
The new bed was comfortable, and he slept well upon it, but it was just his. It wasn’t theirs. The only place he wanted to sleep was upon something that was theirs.
“You are an idiot,” Jaejoong hissed, slipping into the room in a thick bathrobe his hair damp from the shower. “Anyone could figure out and come over. How many people know the code to this apartment?”
“I changed it, right after you got here,” Yunho told him confidently. “No one knows it.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed. “So when someone tries to come in they will find they can’t, as if that isn’t suspicious Yunho.”
“I will just tell them my girlfriend was over. Or a whore and I didn’t want to be bothered,” he shrugged. It really didn’t matter to him what anyone else in the company thought.
A soggy towel flew at him and hit him in the face before he could react. “Jung Yunho you are a dick and I ought to just kill you and be done with it,” Jaejoong hissed.
He could only guess at what had made the man angry, but an angry lover was incredibly counterproductive to his plans. “Don’t worry they won’t do much to me. They can’t afford to.”
“That is why you think I’m pissed off?” Jaejoong hissed. “You called me a whore!”
Yunho blinked. “That is why you are pissed off? Oh for heaven’s sake, I wasn’t calling you a whore. I was just saying that they can think whatever they want.” Jaejoong continued to glare at him.
“I am no man’s whore,” he said softly, seeming to pull in on himself.
With those words it finally settled in his mind how his statement could have been taken and why that had been a horrible thing to say. “No baby,” Yunho agreed softly, casting the towel to the side, “You are anything but, and I’m lucky to be able to look upon you let alone touch you.”
“Damn right,” Jaejoong agreed crossing his arms. Then he sighed. “Sorry,” he murmured.
With the word, he knew it was alright to move forward and pull Jaejoong into his arms. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “I didn’t think about the words coming out of my mouth. All I could think about was you naked on my bed.”
“And you think this is helping?” Jaejoong asked.
“I still have my balls so I must be doing something right,” Yunho replied, grinning.
Jaejoong uncrossed his arms and pulled the other man closer, but his gaze didn’t soften. “Or maybe I’m just too lazy to remove them. Plus I think your company would get suspicious if you suddenly started singing like a little girl.”
“Possibly,” Yunho agreed, slipping one hand through the part of the robe. His fingers slid against the warm skin beneath. “Forgive me?”
“No,” Jaejoong said firmly. “You need to make it up to me.”
There wasn’t any real anger in the words, and Yunho relaxed. “I suppose I do. How should I go about doing that?”
“I think it will involve you being on your knees and proving that you can put your mouth to better use,” Jaejoong purred.
“My pleasure,” Yunho agreed, dropping gracefully to his knees and pulling the tie holding Jaejoong’s robe free. He placed a kiss on the warm skin just above Jaejoong’s navel and listened to the man’s pleased rumble as his lips began to drift over his body.
“What will Changmin do when he can’t open the lock?” Jaejoong asked a moment later.
Yunho paused in his explorations and glared up at the other man. “If you can think about Changmin then I’m clearly not doing something right,” he grumbled.
Jaejoong’s smile was wicked and he didn’t protest when Yunho pulled the robe from his body and pressed him back onto the bed. There was no complaint when the leader covered his naked body with his own and wiped all remnants of thoughts from his mind as they made Yunho’s bed theirs again.
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He could almost feel the echoes as he ran his fingers over the hardwood of the headboard. Strong fingers had clutched it more times than he could count, used its strength for stability, for an anchor when pleasure was singing through ever nerve in their bodies. There were echoes of fingers that had intertwined sweaty and desperate, clutching because they could do nothing else. The headboard was all that remained, all that had been left when he had returned to their apartment in Japan.
It needed to be replaced, they had told him. He had earned a more comfortable, more luxurious mattress, something they tried to convince him of. He didn’t buy it. Someone had found out. Someone knew. Someone wanted to erase anything that might help him to cling to the man that had walked out of the group, wanted to fracture them in any way he could. There were too many people it could be and he never found out who was responsible, but he did spend his time second guessing everyone.
The new bed was comfortable, and he slept well upon it, but it was just his. It wasn’t theirs. The only place he wanted to sleep was upon something that was theirs.
“You are an idiot,” Jaejoong hissed, slipping into the room in a thick bathrobe his hair damp from the shower. “Anyone could figure out and come over. How many people know the code to this apartment?”
“I changed it, right after you got here,” Yunho told him confidently. “No one knows it.”
Jaejoong’s eyes narrowed. “So when someone tries to come in they will find they can’t, as if that isn’t suspicious Yunho.”
“I will just tell them my girlfriend was over. Or a whore and I didn’t want to be bothered,” he shrugged. It really didn’t matter to him what anyone else in the company thought.
A soggy towel flew at him and hit him in the face before he could react. “Jung Yunho you are a dick and I ought to just kill you and be done with it,” Jaejoong hissed.
He could only guess at what had made the man angry, but an angry lover was incredibly counterproductive to his plans. “Don’t worry they won’t do much to me. They can’t afford to.”
“That is why you think I’m pissed off?” Jaejoong hissed. “You called me a whore!”
Yunho blinked. “That is why you are pissed off? Oh for heaven’s sake, I wasn’t calling you a whore. I was just saying that they can think whatever they want.” Jaejoong continued to glare at him.
“I am no man’s whore,” he said softly, seeming to pull in on himself.
With those words it finally settled in his mind how his statement could have been taken and why that had been a horrible thing to say. “No baby,” Yunho agreed softly, casting the towel to the side, “You are anything but, and I’m lucky to be able to look upon you let alone touch you.”
“Damn right,” Jaejoong agreed crossing his arms. Then he sighed. “Sorry,” he murmured.
With the word, he knew it was alright to move forward and pull Jaejoong into his arms. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. “I didn’t think about the words coming out of my mouth. All I could think about was you naked on my bed.”
“And you think this is helping?” Jaejoong asked.
“I still have my balls so I must be doing something right,” Yunho replied, grinning.
Jaejoong uncrossed his arms and pulled the other man closer, but his gaze didn’t soften. “Or maybe I’m just too lazy to remove them. Plus I think your company would get suspicious if you suddenly started singing like a little girl.”
“Possibly,” Yunho agreed, slipping one hand through the part of the robe. His fingers slid against the warm skin beneath. “Forgive me?”
“No,” Jaejoong said firmly. “You need to make it up to me.”
There wasn’t any real anger in the words, and Yunho relaxed. “I suppose I do. How should I go about doing that?”
“I think it will involve you being on your knees and proving that you can put your mouth to better use,” Jaejoong purred.
“My pleasure,” Yunho agreed, dropping gracefully to his knees and pulling the tie holding Jaejoong’s robe free. He placed a kiss on the warm skin just above Jaejoong’s navel and listened to the man’s pleased rumble as his lips began to drift over his body.
“What will Changmin do when he can’t open the lock?” Jaejoong asked a moment later.
Yunho paused in his explorations and glared up at the other man. “If you can think about Changmin then I’m clearly not doing something right,” he grumbled.
Jaejoong’s smile was wicked and he didn’t protest when Yunho pulled the robe from his body and pressed him back onto the bed. There was no complaint when the leader covered his naked body with his own and wiped all remnants of thoughts from his mind as they made Yunho’s bed theirs again.
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