Mom & Pop
Title: Mom & Pop
Pairing(s): 2Jun
Rating: PG-13+
Word Count: 2,782
Summary: They just wanted to be alone.
Meeting at the same, backwater hotel was a monthly, reoccurring rendezvous for Doojoon and Junhyung. Backwater their staying place may have been, but it gave them the seclusion they sought. Tonight, as all of the other nights were, was a special event just between the two. They scheduled that night. No one else was invited to their get together. No one. Because it was all about them that night. The two of them. It was their time to grow closer, to privately nurture the love that had sprouted up inside of them in the hidden soil moistened by their deepening feelings. Their love was a secret, frail flower that constantly needed tending to, and with lazy kissing. And sweet desserts. And precious bouts of staring, and staring, and staring. It was therapeutic. Especially for Junhyung.
Junhyung transformed into this human glass figurine before Doojoon’s brown eyes. All of the things Junhyung could not have said days before became evident in his posture. In his eyes. On his lips. Doojoon read, felt, heard, tasted it all in its purest form.
Junhyung could cry in front of Doojoon. Comfortably cry. He could share his feelings with him. He could confide in him. He could say something that he felt may have been stupid and off the wall, and Doojoon thought it everything but. Doojoon listened to him, and Junhyung’s innocence took center stage in these isolated meetings, because it was definitely still there. He curled against Doojoon like a feline, cuddling with him. He giggled. He tickled Doojoon and engaged in other, childlike activities with him. It was great.
They were allowed to be themselves with themselves.
Junhyung impatiently waited on the bed, staring at his sleeping phone. He cut it on. And off. On… and off again. Nothing had changed but the time.
I’m coming. Be there in less than five. <3
That was the very last text Doojoon sent him. He sent Junhyung that message eight minutes ago. He should have arrived by then, one would presume. Junhyung exhaled. He had pined for so long for this day to arrive. One night out of the entire month was truly the only time they could set aside in order to exclusively spend time with one another. And away from everything. Away from everyone. No cameras, no microphones, no music. Just flesh and blood.
Junhyung retracted his arms out of his knitted pajama blouse’s long sleeves. He crossed his arms over his chest and withdrew into the warm shirt… It trapped heat excellently. He was so warm… The man coiled into a loose, human “S” curl on top of the soft bed. He closed his eyes, slipping into a light catnap. A little sleep could speed things up. Maybe it would help get Doojoon there faster…
That was the case ten minutes later. There was a quiet rap at the beige door. Junhyung snatched his head off the mattress from the very first sound.
“Jun it’s me,” said Doojoon from the corridor.
In the most literal sense possible, Junhyung sprang up from his warmed spot. Quick-footed, he glided for the door, clutching the roughed-up crystal knob and yanking the old slab of wood into him. It would have probably all came apart if he exerted the right force. Doojoon swiftly snaked inside the room, a black fedora, a shoulder bag, a pair of generic I-am-not-Yoon-Doojoon shades, and a black jacket all concealing his identity. Besides his body and other belongings, it looked like he brought something else with him, too. Something to nibble on. Typical, there was always some sugary snack the two would quarter and indulge in.
Junhyung shut and locked the door. Both locks.
“Sorry… I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t bein’ followed, so I went a little slow.”
“Nobody saw you?” Junhyung looked him over.
“Don’t think so-”
Junhyung shut him up. His hands became the cradle for Doojoon’s head. He then sucked and drew Doojoon’s lips onto and into his mouth. Doojoon was not ready for it; it threw him off, but he immediately got the grip. Pieces of their tongues touched, and that instantly ignited whatever dormant embers boiling in the centers of their hearts. Doojoon dropped the bag of food and tenderly coiled his long arms around Junhyung’s body, and the latter lightly did the same. And they stood towards the center of the low-lit space, kissing. With every stroke of the lips came the melting of Junhyung’s knees. It was so strange… Doojoon knew precisely how he liked to be touched without him even dropping the faintest hint.
Doojoon smiled away from the slowing kiss… Junhyung glowing pink lips that were just seconds ago so vigorous and antsy fixed in a loose, charming Junnie smile. Doojoon pulled one arm away from Junhyung’s body to use his hand to pick off his hat and shades. Junhyung helped him with the latter item. Their eyes met… Something crunched at the sturdiness in Junhyung’s knees again when those sharp eyes grinned at him.
“Could you take this off for me, too?” Doojoon requested, a tone as thick as pudding. Junhyung shivered at the breath. He peered down to the other’s jacket. His hands came up-and Doojoon covered them with his own-and together, they gradually unzipped the dark coat. Junhyung’s eyes flicked from the opening, metal teeth to the man in front of him. He stripped the latter of his coat. It flopped to their heels. Junhyung’s lips parted… Doo was wearing that thin, white tee. That one that may as well have been sheer. That long, delicious v-neck that pointed deep into his chest. That one that fit so sinfully. Junhyung could not look away from the middle of the man’s beautiful neck.
Doojoon’s lips created a new smile, “I got us some cake…”
Junhyung’s round orbs got rounder with great interest.
“What kind?”
“Chocolate fudge cheesecake,” Doojoon grinned a little broader at the other’s shiny, brown beads, “with a single strawberry on top.”
“Fancy.”
“You can go ahead and start eatin’ it. I’m gonna take a quick shower,” Doojoon lifted his finger and tapped Junhyung’s upper cheek, “unless, you’d like to join me…?”
Junhyung’s eyelids disappeared for a split second. Now it was his turn to be surprised. His eyes had popped open so wide at the unexpected invitation… His visage softly shimmered with a fresh blush. It was hot to the touch; Doojoon noticed the temp change when his lips pressed Junhyung’s left cheek in a kiss.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” he whispered to the speechless, coloring, flustered Junhyung, toting his shoulder bag into the small bathroom.
Junhyung’s eyelashes fanned spasmodically… Half of him wanted to throw himself into that bath with the man, and the other half wanted to disintegrate and crash to the floor in a boneless slosh of feelings.
What did he do instead? He picked up the bag and brought it to the bed. With the plastic, clear fork provided inside, Junhyung opened the gold-ish box with the cake inside. It may have been prettier prior to Doojoon dropping it to the floor, but that was okay. Junhyung didn’t really care too much for the aesthetics. The slice of cake was exceptionally tasty. He almost forgot to save some for Doojoon…
As he forked the moist morsels of brown cake to his lips and from his lips, Junhyung obsessed on Doojoon’s earlier offer. It brought the reaction that it did from him, because Doojoon had never been so bold. Join him? In the shower? Junhyung had seen Doojoon naked-showering together saved time when they had places to be-but they’d never gotten the luxury to truly take in one another, to seize the moment. Doojoon would stare at Junhyung, and Junhyung could felt the tugging on his skin as he lathered himself with the soap. It was not an uncomfortable atmosphere, because in all honesty, Junhyung wanted Doojoon to take him every time.
Every time. And that got Junhyung thinking again.
Doojoon reemerged in long-sleeved and long-legged evening attire. Junhyung observed… The steam from the bathroom ghosted all about his face. Doojoon was towel drying his hair nonchalantly. A small, sweet smile grew when he found Junhyung eyeballing him.
“Did you leave me some cake?”
Junhyung wiggled his naked feet. “Yeah, some.”
Doojoon tossed the towel to the floor. He hurried to the side of the bed, climbed aboard, and nuzzled up to Junhyung, snug and cozy. He arched an arm up and over, and then lowered it until it rested on Junhyung’s shoulders. Junhyung leaned into Doojoon, scooting into the embrace.
“’Least you saved me the strawberry,” Doojoon jested. Junhyung smiled, sticking the fork into the mentioned fruit. He dabbed it into a messy mound of whipped cream. He sent the fork with the strawberry to the other man’s lips. Doojoon cranked open his mouth to receive it, but Junhyung rapidly whipped the fork around and put the teeny fruit between his lips.
“Seriously, Jun?”
But actually, they shared it: Junhyung didn’t eat the strawberry. He held half of it in place with his teeth and presenting the other half to Doojoon. He bit off his half, staring Junhyung down with so much pressure Junhyung thought he might’ve choked on his piece. Doojoon had a way with his eyes.
Junhyung stopped his being stinginess and fed the rest of the yummy pie with his partner… Doojoon found delight in the moment with every bite. Switching it up, Doojoon had his turn in feeding the last bites to the man next to him. Junhyung, though, felt a swelling of heat from beneath his cheeks when their eyes connected. Doojoon purposely missed Junhyung’s mouth with the fork a few times just so some cake crumbs and cream icing stained the edges of Junhyung’s lips. He wasn’t even trying to hide his true motive. Doojoon licked off the neglected pieces with his tongue and fed them into Junhyung’s sodden cavern. From there, the couple picked up where they left off before Doojoon’s shower. They faced one another sideways. Their kisses resumed with a new mildness, their tongues shyly, moistly dancing in and out of one another. They were sweet kisses, much thanks to their chocolate dessert.
There was a delicate round of chuckles when they departed… Junhyung placed his head on Doojoon’s right breast. And he closed his eyes, and listened to him inhale and exhale. Doojoon wove their fingers together… Minutes of noiseless calmness set in.
“Jun…?” muttered Doojoon to the man lying still and silent with his head to his chest. Junhyung bobbed his head softly. He was still awake.
“Did you like the cake? Was it good?”
“Yeah… it was good.”
Doojoon’s eyebrows got to twitching in thought. Junhyung was never this quiet. He was quiet, but not this quiet. “Then… what is it?”
“What is what?”
“Why’re you so quiet tonight? Is there somethin’ on your mind? Somethin’ you wanna tell me?”
Junhyung rose his head to quietly peer into Doojoon’s eyes. Doojoon delicately scooped a handful of Junhyung’s hair into his catch and began to play with the silken strands with his forefingers. Usually that got the other to start spilling, but it did nothing but get him… a little warmer. Junhyung puckered his lips, then delivered a sweet, easy kiss to Doojoon’s. What was first sweet and easy throve into something lustful and dark. The good dark. Junhyung-who was initially on top-permitted Doojoon physical dominion over his body, and the man took every available advantage of his new position.
Junhyung firmly hugged Doojoon’s torso with both arms when Doojoon’s tongue scraped farther and farther into his moist cavity in sort of a slow creep… There was one thing Junhyung loved about the man: Doojoon really listened to his body. He picked up on the subtle, nonverbal hints Junhyung exhibited solely through his body language. Junhyung loved that, because-to be disgustingly cliché-actions spoke far louder than words. He thoroughly enjoyed sharing himself with Doojoon. Something beautiful always happened.
And… Junhyung began to think really hard about what would happen if he shared himself on an even deeper, intimate level with Doojoon… The thought actually caused him to shiver. Doojoon felt it. He loosened up their tightening kiss to gaze down into Junhyung, inside of Junhyung. To read his mind. Junhyung laid silent, subconsciously caressing Doojoon’s lower back with hot hands…
“There’s something that you want… Isn’t there?” Doojoon inquired.
Junhyung rubbed his lips slowly. He nodded his head.
“Well, what do you want…?”
Junhyung opened his mouth.
“I want… to take this… a little further.”
With every pause that he made, Junhyung’s pupils darted to and fro-anywhere but Doojoon’s dark, smoldering set. He tried to garner the strength to look at the man; when their gazes did cross, he thought Doojoon’s would melt him down to his bones.
Doojoon curled a thin strand of Junhyung’s locks about his pinky. He was gently staring wide craters into Junhyung’s eyes.
“A ‘little further,’ or a lot further…?” he pushed with a velvet tongue. Doojoon knew the answer just by assessing the confliction on Junhyung’s countenance. He wanted to hear him say it. He wanted to see his tongue move when he said it. He wanted to hear it come out of his mouth.
He wanted Junhyung, and he realized that as his yearning for a deeper, physical connection with him drove him straight mad over the course of the months and years that he’s known him. All of the touching and all of the kissing built and built and finally, they reached the plateau. Where should they go from there?
Junhyung’s skin was glowing, but in contrast, he was still quiet, still unsure. Well, not unsure. He wanted Doojoon, too. Oh so much. But those words-saying those words-did not come as natural… He pondered on why. It was frustrating, actually.
Regardless, Doojoon needed to hear him ask for it. He straddled him closer, with his body, and with his lips.
“Hm?” Doojoon nudged his mouth against Jun’s with a sweet lightness, “a little or a lot?” and he kissed him lightly again, fingers stroking his crown, “which do you want?”
“…A lot,” Junhyung replied.
“You wanna further this ‘a lot?’”
“Yeah.”
“’Kay… And how could we do that?”
“……”
“Because I wanna make love to you t’night.”
Junhyung inhaled; Doojoon felt his chest curtly rise to brush up on his when he did. Surely he took on every shade of pink after hearing the man profess his deepest desire. Doojoon adopted a serious face; it was serious, but with it was a sensible gentleness. Doojoon was genuine about what he said. Right then and there. He was ready for it. He just needed to be completely and utterly sure that Junhyung wanted the absolute same thing. And the only way he felt that he would receive that type of affirmation was via a verbal response from the red-faced man underneath him. Even though in every kiss that he received from Junhyung, and every touch and every look, he knew the latter ached for him.
But Doojoon still needed his words.
Junhyung was, again, speechless. There’s a first time for everything, but this was his first time being told by someone he lusted after secretly-and for so very long a time-that they, too, felt the same. Maybe even stronger. Yet, he was wordless. His eyes were a little more open, and his lips fell apart… at first, as if to say something in return. But while Junhyung let this whole situation marinate in his mind, he couldn’t summon the words forth.
Doojoon smiled and chuckled some at Junhyung’s charming stupor, “Do I need to say it again?”
“…”
Doojoon completely laid his body out on top of Junhyung’s. He lay on top of him, his thigh in between Junhyung’s legs. They were no longer separated by a block of air. Doojoon’s visage gently hardened, his eyes cut to form a gentle stare, “I said I want to make love to you, Junhyung. Right now-”
“-Do it.”
Doojoon blinked. Junhyung blinked back. He swallowed; he lifted his lips until they touched Doojoon’s delicately, held them there for five seconds, and pulled away just enough so when he whispered, “Make love to me,” the skin of their lips flitted about the other.
…Doojoon beamed. That was it. That was all he needed to hear. Junhyung partially smirked back, but he appeared ever the more nervous. Did he really know what he was asking for…? If not, that was alright. Doojoon was going to reaffirm it for him.
my focus was on cutejun.
