Stalking Him
This is for Hana_Cho.
Jaejoong smiled back at the reflected image before him.
Lifting a hand up, he smoothed back a loose strand of his black hair.
He had to look perfect. Yes, perfect. Nothing else would do for tonight, because tonight, he would meet his idol.
Jae turned away from the mirror and looked across his bedroom to the far wall.
The man looking back at him seductively, made his heart trip.
Slowly, he made his way to the poster, his eyes being held by the smoldering eyes of the gorgeous man in the picture.
Standing before his hearts desire, he reached a hand out and gently traced the lips with his fingertips; he traced the strong jaw line, then up to his eyebrows.
He smiled as he looked at the handsome guy.
Some say he's obsessed, fanatical, a stalker even.
He doesn't see it that way; he sees it as someone in love with their idol.
He trailed his hand down the poster to settle on a framed picture of the same man that rested on his night stand. Gently, he picked the portrait up and held it to his chest.
Yes, he is in love, not obsessed or a stalker.
He raised the picture to his lips and kissed it softly, his lips lingering on the glass surface. He closed his eyes and wished again that the lips he was kissing were real and not paper.
He would give anything to taste those lips upon his own.
He placed the picture back in it's place, exactly right back in place, so he could see it when he wakes in the morning.
He looked at the paraphernalia that sat on his night stand. His friends say it's an alter to his idol, Jung Yunho. To him it's a collection of priceless possessions that he has managed to acquire, stole.
He would never let it enter into his mind that his treasures were stolen.
He eyed the brush, tank top, and a scarf. There were countless other little things that he had gotten from eBay and hours of searching the web for.
But only one of the items he held dear to him.
The scarf.
Jae picked up the scarf and held it up to his cheek. So soft, the cashmere caressing his cheek was feather light.
He buried his nose in the scarf and inhaled deeply, trying to get that hint of smell that had clung so heavily to it the first time he was able to lay hands on it.
The scent assaulted his senses. His eyes drifted closed to enjoy the aroma a little more intimately.
He remembered the pictures that fans had snapped of him wearing the same scarf in an airport.
He had looked so good, and Jae had wanted the scarf instantly.
And what Jae wants, Jae usually gets, if things go his way that is.
He took a glance at his bedside clock and gave a little yelp. He was going to be late
to his idols concert if he didn't get a move on.
Carefully he put his precious scarf back in its place. Looking at the poster on the wall once more, he smiled. If all goes well tonight, he would be meeting his object of desire.
Jaejoong turned towards the door. It was time to go, but before he left, he had one phone call to make.
Fishing his cell phone out of his pocket, he speed dialed the first contact on his list and waited for the other person to pick up.
"Hey, Jae. Why aren't you on your way to the concert?" The guy asked, already knowing who was on the other line, and Jae could hear the smile across the phone.
"Hey, Yoochun. I'm on my way now. Just calling to see if you were able to get it." Jae waited with bated breath for his friends answer. Yoochun's answer would make or break his plans that he had made for the night.
He heard light laughter drift over the phone, "You know me. I always deliver what I promise, now don't I. Anyways, it's not hard to get it, I work here, remember? Just meet me in the front, like always. And no telling anyone, I could loose my job for this." Yoochun reminded Jae.
Jae grinned as he heard that he would be able to go ahead with his set plans, "Alright Yoochun! You have no idea how much I love you right now! And you know I'll never tell anyone, you can trust me."
Yoochun groaned through the phone, "And here I thought you loved that Jung Yunho you’re so hot for. But, I'll take your sexy ass if you're offering yourself up."
Jae could hear the tease in his friend’s voice and didn't feel any weirdness from Yoochun saying such a thing to him. In fact, they both had teased each other relentlessly about being friends with benefits.
It never happened, because Jae knew as well as Yoochun that they were made for other people, Yoochun already finding his other half through one of their closest friends, Junsu. But Jaejoong couldn't help but tease Yoochun still, "Ohhh baby. You know I want your fine ass in my bed, sweating all over me. I've always wanted to know what it would feel like to have your huge cock filling me..." Jae couldn't go on because of the snickering that was being forced out of him.
"You fucking tease, I should come over and show you what it feels like to be fucked by a real man."
Jae could hear him holding in his laughter, and finally let out his own.
"Is that what Junsu tells you to sooth your over deflated ego? Does he tell you what a stud muffin you are while you bang him rough and fast. You naughty boy, I should come over and spank you for that dirty mind. Yeah. Spank that fucking cute little ass, and make Junsu watch as his boyfriend finds out what I do to little fuckers with potty mouths. Ummm...then again, I can think of something better to do with that mouth of yours." Jae smirked as he heard Yoochun gasp.
"Fuck you, you little bitch. Now I have to go get me some. Junsu isn't going to like this, I kept him up all night last night, wearing his little hole out. Damn you Jae and your fucking dirty talk."
There was silence on the other line and then Jae heard," Umm, is it normal to get turned on by having phone sex with one of your best friends? Does this make me a sick person?" Yoochun asked, worry evident in his voice, as he thought of his boyfriend.
"No, Yoochun. It makes you a horny male. Now go get Junsu, I have to leave or I'm going to be late for the concert. You sexy little piece of ass, make sure to give Junsu a kiss from me. Don't forget to yell out my name at least once tonight and tell me how it was when I get home tonight."
"I'll scream out your name, and then you can attend my funeral when Junsu kills me." Yoochun said with his tone a little on the snarky side and Jae had to laugh again.
"I'll see you later tonight man, and tell Junsu I said Hi. I've got to get going if I'm going to make the concert in time."
"Alright, later man." And Jae heard the dial tone indicating that Yoochun had disconnected them.
Jae looked into a mirror in the hallway with the phone still to his ear. His eyes were bright and shining, his pale cheeks flushed from his word play with Yoochun and the thought of what was going to happen that night.
He flipped his phone closed and slid it back in his pants, his thoughts turning back to his Yunho.
Even though he did try and attend all Yunho's concert's, even going as far as leaving Korea to go to Japan to see him.
(He never had to worry about money. His parents had made wise investments that paid off billions in U.S. dollars. They had owned businesses that had prospered every year.
When they had passed away, they had left their only son everything.
He didn't have to worry about the workings of the businesses; his parents had hired trust-worthy accounts and V.Ps. They had stayed after the death of his parents knowing that they had a good thing where they were at. They liked their previous bosses son, and respected their wish for them to remain employed there to make sure their son didn't get taken advantage of.
No Presidents position was offered to anyone, his parents hoping that he would fill the position, and he may, when he's ready to.
Right now he had better things to...pursue.)
He had stood in front of Yunho's house at one time, for hours on end.
Just stood there wondering if Yunho could see him, or even notice that he had been standing there.
Then another time, he had followed him around the city, sneaking pictures of him feeling a little like paparazzi.
He still has the photos in his drawer in his bedroom. They consisted of dozens of shots of Yunho walking from his car to a building, talking on his cell phone, going to the bistro to eat and then a coffee shop to have a cup of java.
Jaejoong left his house locking the door behind him, while still thinking of the only person he thinks of these days.
He guesses he is somewhat of a stalker, but not one of those bad stalkers that would want to lock him in a dark dingy room and never let him out. He was more like one of those stalkers that would send him a letter telling him how much in love he was with him, and he had sent a lot of letters to Yunho stating just that. Well, that wasn't the only thing he would talk about, but it was important that Yunho knew that he loved him. Jae hopped in his car and left for the arena where the concert was being held. He was so excited, he would see him again, and he just couldn't wait. And as for later that night......
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jae stood in the front row of the concert, eyes trained on the one single man center stage. He had been entranced ever since the man stepped out onto the stage, unable to take his eyes off the sex god before him.
His eyes followed Yunho’s every move, his body's every twist and dip. The sensual sway and pop of his hips as he moaned out the lyrics to the song he was singing.
Jae closed his eyes and swayed with the bedroom voice that blanketed his ears with lustful highs and lows. His arms coming up above his head, elbows bending, hips slowly moving from side to side as he mimicked the beat of the music with his body.
His eyes opened, glazed with desire as he steadily watched Yunho dance the last piece that would end the concert for the evening.
With a twist of his body, Yunho struck a pose as he pointed his finger to the crowd and winked.
Jae gasped, because he swore that Yunho winked at him, but, at the same time the crowd of girls around him started squealing in delight thinking that Yunho had winked at them.
Jaejoong ground his teeth in irritation as the girls pitch got louder when Yunho stepped closer to the edge of the stage to say his goodnight to his fans.
Eyes still following Yunho, Jae thought he saw Yunho look at him, his eyebrows raising a fraction of an inch before moving own.
But, it wasn't his imagination when he swept the crowd a second time and then his eyes landing on him.
Jae looked around him to see if anyone noticed that the pop star was looking at him, and when there was no indication of anyone even being a little interested he glanced back up at the stage.
With a gasp he quickly looked down. Yunho was looking at him, and smiling.
Ever so slowly Jae raised his eyes back up, only to see an empty stage.
Disappointment settled heavy in his stomach. Did he really think that Yunho had pointed him out?
There were thousands of people at the concert; of course he wouldn't be looking just at him.
He was just a face in a sea of faces that he would never remember or recognize if they ever met face to face.
But, he cheered up quickly, for he had something the other fans did not have. He had Park Yoochun.
Jae turned for the exit, a smile playing at his full lips as he strolled out of the concert hall.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He was there tonight. He had watched him during his whole performance.
Had seen the desire flare in his big eyes, watched as his small body moved to the songs he sang.
Maybe he should hire him as a staff member. He was more faithful than his crew to his concerts and fan meetings.
Of course if he was to hire him, then he wouldn't get any work done.
And what would make it worse would be the year long abstinence that had been forced upon him by a heavy work load.
If he hired that guy then his sex starved body would go into hyper-mode, and his sex free streak would be broken the very first night. He was sure of it.
Then again, you didn't get many famous artists thinking of hiring their stalker.
Yes, he knew who his is. The first time his room had been broken into, he had arranged for hidden cameras to be placed in all the rooms.
When he had watched the first video, he had been very surprised by what he had saw.
The guy walking around his private rooms was magnificently gorgeous. The air of confidence around him didn't reek of a stalker, or someone obsessed, just someone curious. His poise and the graceful sway of his hips held his attention longer than it should have.
He hadn't called the authorities, he simply couldn't see someone like this guy being placed behind bars.
Some part of him knew that he wasn't a crazy fan, or someone to be feared. The more he watched the boy walk around the room, the more he wanted to know him.
Yunho had seen him at another concert not long after the break in and began to pay attention to this guy after he started showing up at every venue that was schedule for him. That and he would have to try real hard to miss him. He'd have to be blind not to notice him.
Yunho smirked to himself as he toweled off in his dressing room. He gathered his belongings and headed towards the exit with his bodyguards, heading for the after concert party being held for him.
If it wasn't for his manager insisting in him making an appearance then he would have headed straight for the penthouse he was staying in.
He got into the back of the limo and sat back, his thoughts trailing back to the black haired boy at the concert.
He wondered when he would get to meet the boy. Maybe he could have something arranged so he could finally see him face to face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jae parked his car in one of the many offered parking spots and hopped out. He walked to the front of the building, his steps light, humming a tune as he met up with Yoochun.
Yoochun looked at him with a sleazy smile, "Are you ready?"
Jae grinned huge and nodded his head as he was led to an elevator by Yoochun.
As they ascended up into the building, Yoochun glanced over to him, "You, know this plan of yours could back fire. You could wind up in jail for this."
Jae gazed at his friend who had a genuinely worried face. His friend was worried about him, and Jae smiled in reassurance.
"I think everything will go ok. It maybe a shock at first, but I don't think I'll end up in jail for it, maybe kicked out but not in jail."
The doors swished open and Jae looked at the door in front of him. The only door on this, the top floor, of the hotel.
The penthouse.
Yoochun removed a key card from his pocket and slid it through the lock on the door.
There was a click and then Yoochun pushed open the door for him.
Jae stood there looking across the threshold of the room, and felt a shudder race over his skin.
This was it. The point of no return. It was now or never.
He turned and thanked Yoochun who had walked back to the elevator, waiting for the doors to open.
Yoochun waved and, "Have fun, Jae. Remember if you get caught, you don't know me." With that Yoochun disappeared into the elevator and Jae was alone with the open door beckoning him to enter the forbidden rooms.
Jae took a deep breath and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
He stood still for a moment, letting the quietness of the room settle over him, before he began moving around the room, his fingers wafting over the leather couch.
He left the lights off as he began to explore.
He walked to the kitchen, going to the fridge. He opened it looking for a beer or anything alcoholic to sooth his nerves.
Spotting soju he snatched it up and popped it open, downing half in one go.
He looked around lazily, with the half filled bottle in his hand, he walked over to the door leading to the bedroom.
Yes, he knew these rooms by heart, having been in them several times. He knew where Yunho would leave his belongings.
He looked towards the bed and smiled.
Clothes scattered over the top of the comforter and the floor next to the bed. Jae walked over and folded the clothing, settling them on a chair beside the sliding glass door that led to the railed in balcony.
He pushed back the curtains, letting the moon fill the darkened room, its light shining across the floor.
He knew that he had a little while before the occupant of the room arrived so he decided to take a shower.
Jae walked over to the bathroom undressing along the way, his shirt and pants and underwear landing on the carpeted floor, leaving a trial, like a trail of breadcrumbs, to where he was at.
Walking over to the vanity, he picked up Yunho's bag that held his bath necessities and opened it.
He took out the body wash and the shampoo.
He smiled as he opened the body wash and smelled the clean fresh scent that he knew that Yunho wore.
Shaking his head, he turned towards the shower, adjusting the taps before stepping in.
He washed languidly. Taking his time, enjoying the suds that slid down his body, the scent clouding the bathroom in it's cloying fragrance.
He did not touch himself, as much as he wanted to, to lessen the tension in him, just made sure he was thoroughly cleaned before he shut the shower off and stepped out.
He now smelled like his idol and it was heady knowing that he just used the same wash and shampoo that Yunho does, even from his own personal bottles.
Reaching over to the warming rack, he picked up at towel and quickly toweled himself dry.
Throwing that towel to the side, he grabbed a dry one and wrapped it around his hips, knotting it so it wouldn't fall away quickly.
Strolling back to the bedroom, he moved around the room, wondering what time Yunho was likely to arrive.
Jae knew that Yunho was at an after party, he knew Yunho's schedule better than his own.
He wondered if Yunho was having a good time at his party. He didn't really care for these parties that Yunho attended; there was no telling how many partners he brought back to his hotel room after.
With that thought he hoped that Yunho wouldn't be bringing someone back with him tonight, that might be awkward for Yunho and himself, he really could care less what the third person would think.
No. He didn't think that Yunho would bring someone back tonight.
Jae walked over to the bed, his wet feet leaving imprints on the soft carpet as he went.
He reached out and pushed in on the mattress, testing it's firmness before he settled down on it. Squirming he made himself comfortable, waiting for his idol to come in and find him.
~*~*~*~
He must have dozed off, for the next thing he knew, he heard the main door to the
penthouse being opened.
Jae felt his belly leap, and he knew that it was too late to be thinking twice about his plan. He had no choice now but to continue on with what he really wanted. And honestly, it wasn't too much of a problem for him; he wanted this more than anything he had ever wanted.
He looked down at himself; his body was sprawled out over the bed, the towel hanging loosely from his hips.
Quickly, he turned on his side, facing the door, propping his head up on his hand, bending one leg so that it rested on the bed in front of him, he struck a sexy pose.
He bit his lip as his nerves caught up with him when he heard footsteps coming closer to the bedroom.
Jae gasped as Yunho's body appeared in the doorway, bare to his waist. It was not the look of surprise that greeted him, instead a look of expectancy. Like he knew that he would be there.
He felt his cheeks heating up as Yunho’s gaze swept over him, taking in his towel clad body laying in his bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yunho opened the door to his hotel room and stopped on the threshold, removing his shoes and his socks.
He was here. He didn't know how he knew, but he just did.
Yunho smiled a little as he calmly walked towards his bedroom removing his shirt and belt along the way, also knowing this was were his stalker was at.
He wondered what he would catch him doing, stealing more of his clothes, going through his jewelry, or his underwear. Some stalkers were weird and did things like sniff boxer shorts and deodorant.
It would freak him out if he wasn't already used to it.
He stopped in the doorway of the bedroom.
Really, he did expect to find his stalker here, only not in this way.
Yunho smirked when he saw the boy on his bed, with only a towel wrapped around his hips.
The same black haired boy who attended his concerts, and he was naked.
His body was already begging for him to strip the towel away and pound into his tight heat.
And if he was reading this boy right, he wanted the same thing.
It had been so long since he had had sex. It didn't occur to him to be put off with the naked fan in his bed, if anything....
...this would be fun.
~*~*~*~*~*
Yunho forced himself to frown as he walked further into the room. He was going to play with this guy before he fucked the boy into oblivion.
He slid his right hand into his pants where his phone was, his hands curling around the device, while his left one hung by his side. He cocked an eyebrow at the lounging boy in front of him.
His eyes were drinking him in, moving from his head to his stomach.
"So, my stalker finally got the guts to show himself to me?" Yunho hid a smile as the body on the bed shifted.
The boy spoke softly, his voice like a healing balm to Yunho's overworked nerves, "How did you know that I was your stalker?"
Yunho shrugged his shoulders, "I have my ways."
He removed the phone from his pocket and started to slowly dial a random number, not calling the police but, he wanted the intruder to think he was.
"You might want to put your clothes back on before the cops arrive. We wouldn't want them to see you in this state, now would we." Yunho held back a snort as the small guy laid frozen on the bed. His eyes were getting bigger as his words sunk in, his mouth hanging open.
Yunho glanced up from dialing numbers to see fear in the guy’s whisky colored eyes. He almost decided to stop the game he was playing when the boy rushed from the bed to stand in front of him.
Yunho looked at his hand as it settled on his forearms, soft long pale fingers wrapped around his bicep.
His mind worked on wonderful images of those fingers teasing and working his already hardened cock. Images he knew would come to life soon, very soon.
His eyes moved to the others eyes, those big eyes pleading with him in the moonlight. The room still dark from not having the over head lights or the lamps on the night stands turned on.
"Please, don't call the police." He whispered, "I'll do anything, just don't call them."
Yunho narrowed his eyes as he studied the man, "Anything?" His eyes swept up and down his body, taking in the slim waist and slender legs.
The boy nodded his head, "Yes, anything you want." Feeling himself shiver as eyes roamed over him.
Yunho stepped back from his uninvited guest and walked over to a dresser. He closed his phone, setting it down. He turned back to the boy.
"What' your name?" Yunho walked closer to the guy, his eyes taking in the pale form of his trembling body as the shock of almost having the law called on him took over.
"Jaejoong. Kim Jaejoong." Came the nervous reply.
Yunho nodded slowly, his eyes hooded as he watched the other bit his lip. Yunho reached out, his finger snagging the edge of the towel and he slowly pulled, letting the fabric fall to the floor.
Yunho smirks as he watched his intruder, even though his face tinged pink, he smiled, his eyes telling of the lust that was riding him at that moment.
"Well Jaejoong. Let me see your knees hit the floor and you fuck your mouth with my cock."
~*~
Jae gazed into Yunho's eyes as he slid down to his knees, his hands coming up to the waist band of Yunho's pants.
The snap gave way easily under his fingers, the zip sliding effortlessly down.
Still gazing into the taller man's eyes, he parted the two sides of material revealing the hardened cock still being hidden form his view by boxers.
His fingers feathered over the throbbing length before clasping around its wide girth.
Biting his lip, Jae stroked Yunho until he saw the spot of pre-cum staining his boxers.
Deciding to move on before this was finished before it began, Jae fully removed the pants and eased his fingers under the elastic band of Yunho's boxers, preparing to remove them when he felt his wrist being caught up in Yunho's loose grasp.
Jae looked up at him with a inquiring face as Yunho smirked down at him.
"Use your teeth, baby."
Yunho's voice was raw; his eyes already glazed as Jae leaned forward and mouthed the erection feeling the warmth.
He nipped the thin cloth in between his teeth.
Jae pulled the material down; freeing the flesh he so wanted to see and taste.
Tugging on his wrist, "Can I have my hands back?" He pulled Yunho's underwear the rest of the way off when Yunho released him.
Yunho's cock straining before him, he licked his lips in anticipation.
No virgin him, he had been told that he knew how to give good head and he was about to pull out all the tricks that he knew. He wanted to blow Yunho away.
Jae leaned forward and licked the wide head before engulfing his hot hard dick into his mouth.
He was one of the lucky ones that didn't have to worry about a gag reflex, he was able to take him in to the hilt. He sucked Yunho in all the way, letting his tip slid down his throat before he swallowed. Jae heard Yunho's sharp gasp from above and smirked against his belly. He felt Yunho's pubic hairs tickle his lips as he nuzzled the base of his cock with his mouth.
It was time to stop playing around.
Jae circled Yunho's cock at the base as he pulled up, applying pressure as his lips moved up his long length, his hand followed, running all the way to the tip. Jae lifted his head, letting his saliva lubricate the head. He ran his palm around the head, before he took him back in, his hand squeezing as it slid back to his base.
His body swayed back and forth as he set up a rhythm, Yunho's moans matching him sucking him in and then pulling him out.
He held onto Yunho's hip with his other hand, encouraging Yunho to move his pelvic.
He let his tongue cradle the heavy cock, Yunho's strong musky taste flooding his mouth and Jaejoong loved every minute of it.
Yunho tasted clean, hell he smelled like someone that had just got out of a shower, and Jae was intent on eating him up.
He loved hearing Yunho moan from the pleasure he was giving him, it was more than he ever thought it would be, and it turned him on more knowing that it was him giving him this sweet ecstasy and not some rich famous person.
Yunho moaned as he gazed down at the black haired boy with his lips wrapped around his cock.
He was on the very edge and he felt that a little more from Jae and he would fall over the cliff that he was standing on the edge of.
Yunho dug his fingers into Jaejoong's midnight hair and thrusted his hips forward trying to get in further to his hot heat.
Yunho bit his lip, his hips moving faster, "Oh damn baby, you know how to suck cock." Yunho moaned as his head fell back, his unfocused eyes gazing at the ceiling.
His stomach tightened and he felt tingles run from his scalp to his toes as his orgasm built in crashing waves.
His fingers clenched in the soft hair as he gave one last shove and buried his cock as deep as it would go in Jae's throat, shouting out as his hot cum poured forth in hot thick spurts, only to be swallowed up in obvious delight from the boy with his cock in his mouth.
He couldn't take it anymore; his cock was still hard as a rock and wanted to be buried in Jae's hot clenching tunnel.
Jaejoong was so lost in sucking the very last drop of milk from Yunho that he gasped out in surprise when he was suddenly seized up by the forearms and pushed against the cold surface of the sliding glass doors.
His stomach and thighs were flush against the cold glass, the side of his face pressed against the clear panel.
His heart tripled in speed when he felt Yunho's heat behind him. His breath sucked in when he felt his fingers roaming down the center of his back, only to slide their way between his ass cheeks.
"You suck cock like a pro." Yunho muttered into his ear.
Jae moaned at Yunho's wondering fingers, "I've had a little practice at it."
Jae moaned when he felt one of Yunho's fingers press into the center of his opening, but not entering him.
"I don't want to think about whose cock has been in your mouth or up your ass, I just want to feel you wrapped around me." Yunho didn't want to stop and think about why the idea of another guy touching this boy sent strange feelings over him, didn't want to know why he wanted to make those faceless guys disappear from the face of the earth. He shook the thoughts from his head as all he wanted was to fuck him hard and not think these silly thoughts as if he actually cared about Jaejoong's past.
Jae moaned as he felt Yunho's fingertip enter him dry.
He felt the push against his muscled ring and grunted.
Bearing back against the invading finger he moaned when it dragged against his dry walls. The invasion was painful but also arousing to him. Blood pumped to his half hardened cock, making it to stand fully erected. He trailed his hand down to the juncture of his thighs, letting his fingers slide around his cock, pumping lowly.
While stroking himself, he felt Yunho's finger moving inside him, the slender digit curling to scratch lightly against his insides, Jae clenched around Yunho's finger seeming to try and bring it further inside of him.
Jae rocked his hips against the hand at his behind, gasping when suddenly the finger was ripped out of him.
He panted out, his breath fogging the glass in front of his parted lips.
Jae felt fingers wrapping around his wrist of the hand that was between his legs, taking it away, stopping him from pleasuring himself.
"Now none of that." Was muttered into his ear, sending hot shivers skittering down his neck.
He felt Yunho's presence move back from him and he slowly slid his hand back down to his aching cock, fingers wrapping around himself once again. Jae glanced over his shoulder to see Yunho picking up a black bag from the closet and was walking back over to him, as he moved his hand.
Jae was curious as to what was in the bag but was caught up by the naughty glint in Yunho's eyes when he saw his hand back at his cock.
Yunho grinned as he saw the boy's hand back at work, and it just gave him a reason to use the goodies in his bag.
Slowly he walked back over to the sexy guy, setting his bag on the chair sitting nearby and opening it up.
Glancing over to Jae, he smirks when he sees his hand pumping faster and he knows that he is close.
Removing two items from the bag he comes up behind the moaning boy.
"I thought I said none of that." Yunho taunted his hands coming around the slender waist to seize the wrist of both hands this time.
"Now, I'm going to have to do something to make sure you don't touch yourself. Now be still, and this will be done quickly."
Yunho brought both arms behind Jae's body and held them in one hand, the other firmly sliding over his shoulders down to his hips, lightly pinching the pale flesh there, earning a yelp from the smaller boy.
Moving quickly he wrapped the cuffs round the small wrist and secured the buckles, making sure they were tight enough to hold him, but not to tight to cut off circulation or leave marks. Yunho knew he would feel no discomfort from the padded cuffs, so he continued on with his tasks.
Taking a silver studded leather band in one hand, Yunho circled Jae's waist again and enclosed the base of his hard cock in it, securing the buckle much like the cuffs he wore on his wrists, pulling the ends together enough that it wouldn't let him cum.
Still not finished with the now mewling Jae, he grasped the sides of his hips, lifting his ass up towards him at the same time spreading his legs wider.
"I bought these little things when I found out you were my stalker in case I ever met you under not so normal circumstances, and now, I'm glad I did."
Stepping back, Yunho took in his work. He had to admit, Jae looked sexy handcuffed and spread wide open for him, his face and shoulders pressed into the glass door. He was in the perfect position to be taken, but Yunho had other plans.
Fisting his cock, Yunho stroked himself as he listened to Jae's harsh breathing, moaning he let himself go and went back to his bag. Lifting a plastic tube of peach flavored lube, he popped the lid. Raising it to his nose he sniffed the sweet scent, it was strong and permeated the room swiftly.
He reached into the bag and removed the last thing. Turning, he sees Jae's eyes shut tightly, not seeing the thing he held in his hand.
He found himself back behind Jae, his treasures securely in his hand. One he set on the floor beside him it wrapped up in a cotton cloth.
Jae gasped as he felt a cold wet sensation trickle down the small of his back and into his crack, the fluid running over his hole and down the underside of his balls.
His eyes fluttered as he felt Yunho’s hands spreading his ass cheeks wide, baring him before the man.
Never did he think that this would happen. Yes, he admits that anything could have happened, but it never crossed his mind that this would be it. That he would be handcuffed, his cock enclosed in a leather cock ring. He didn't think Yunho would be into this kind of thing, this kink, and it made him horny as hell to be seen like this by him.
His thighs trembled from standing in the same position, his arms and shoulders beginning to ache from being bound behind his back. His stomach shivered as he waited for what Yunho would do next. His breathing stuttered in his chest as he came to the realization that it was his idol that was doing this to him.
Jaejoong whimpered out as he felt something soft but firm sliding between his butt cheeks. Looking behind him he gasped.
Yunho was using his tongue on him.
He went weak in the knees as Yunho lifted his head and bent down further. His head rolling back as he felt the swipe of Yunho's tongue as it flattened against the underside of his balls, licking all the sweet lube off him, his tongue sweeping over his perineum and over his hole again up to the top of his crack.
His cock felt like it was about to explode as his fingers flexed in their restraints, wanting to touch his cock to relieve himself of the building pressure, moans escaping his mouth.
Vaguely, in the back of his mind it came to him that maybe he should be freaked out at what was happening to him, but he wasn't, only excited, wanting more of the sweet torture.
Yunho couldn't seem to get enough of Jaejoong's taste. The tart of the peach lube mixing with his own unique flavor made him crave for more. Using his thumbs, he placed them on both sides of the small pink hole spreading it wider.
He placed his mouth over the entrance and sucked, drinking in the juice that leaked from him, his tongue helping in gathering the thick nectar that slid into the hole. Yunho moaned when he felt Jae's hole spasm around his tongue and thrust his tongue faster when he heard the incoherent words, gasps and moans flowing from above.
He slid a hand around and clasped the angry length, running his hand over him as he tongue-fucked him.
Looking up, he could see the bound boys fingers tense straight, could feel his ass grind against his face as he experienced his first dry orgasm of the night, his cries filling the dark room.
Yunho smirked to himself, he was going to make sure the boy experienced one more before they got down to the real fucking.
Reaching down he picked up the object on the floor and unwrapped it, a red slender anal stimulation vibrator (designed to flex so he could hit Jae's prostate head on).
Yunho bent the head of the flexible vibrator at a sharp angel, the bolbus head sitting at the top of a thin shaft.
He rubbed the toy up and down Jae's ass, lubing it up from the left over lube there, before pressing the very tip against his opening.
Yunho teased Jae, pushing the toy in just far enough to stretch his anal muscles and then withdrawing it to run it up and down his crack again.
He did this until he had Jae begging to push it in him, to shove it home and he did.
Jae arched his back as he felt the toy being shoved in him, the head finding his prostate on contact and lodging there. He felt Yunho slowly remove it just enough to stimulate him, and then push it back in.
Then the vibrations started and Jae thought he would loose his mind from the stimulate overload.
The vibrations continued to assault him at a fast pace, Yunho doing nothing but coaxing the thing along with small swift thrusts into him.
His body already extra sensitive from his previous dry orgasm, he felt every little thing more accurate, more dead on, then the head of the toy was pushed forward towards his cock and Jae saw burst of light behind his eyes. He couldn't do it, he was going to have a stroke if this continued.
Mouth hanging open, eyes popping open wide, his body jerked. He screamed out, his voice hoarse, raw from the moans from before, he couldn't take anymore. The pleasure was becoming to much for him to handle, even though he had sexual experience, he in no way was prepared from this onslaught of feelings his mind was trying to deal with.
Then his body exploded again, much more intense than the last dry orgasm.
"Please!" He whimpered out, "Please, no more!" Jae was a begging mass of nerves, his knees giving in, he slid down the door to the floor, Yunho easing his way down by holding him by the waist, to settle him on his knees.
He felt Yunho move the toy inside him, working on his hypersensitive nerve endings, and moaned.
He could do nothing more than moan, his body giving up to the violent shudders that wracked through him at every pass over his abused prostate, his hips diluting ever so softly, rocking, each time he came back or forth a shiver ran up his spine.
And then Yunho was removing the toy from him and he collapsed onto the carpet, already exhausted and yet not fully satisfied, for he hadn't had Yunho inside him yet.
"You're not done yet, are you? I'm just getting to the good part." Jaejoong heard whispered into his ear, he looked up into Yunho's eyes and gasped. Desire like he had never seen lurked there.
He gasped out again when Yunho reached down and helped him to his unsteady feet, guiding him to the bed.
Jae let Yunho set him the way he wanted, on his knees, his shoulders and head laying on the bed, ass up in the air. He knew he was about to get fucked rough and he was ready for it.
Jaejoong barely caught his breath before he let out a loud scream as Yunho buried himself to the hilt inside him.
His thick wide head breeching him, stretching him beyond what he was use to, going further in then anyone has ever been.
His passage was clenching around the wide girth inside him.
Yunho didn't give him time to be ready before he started breaking into him at an almost painful and brutal speed.
Jae had never been fucked this rough before and he whimpered with every thrust Yunho made. His cock was barreling into him, the tip reaching further and further with each stroke.
He was unaware of the pleas that left his lips for Yunho to slow down, unaware of the tears that marked his face as he gasped into the covers on the bed.
But along with the pain was the pleasure, the more Yunho moved the more the pleasure snuck up on him until he was slamming back onto Yunho. His slickened passage accepting Yunho's heft, his body outright shaking as Yunho slid his hand back around to grab his cock, still hard and red from not being released.
Jaejoong's lustful cries echoed as he was slammed into harder, faster then harder again.
It was there, the need to cum, to have a liquid release, it hadn't faded, only grew inside of him
He almost whimpered when Yunho slowed down, but then he felt Yunho's hands on his shoulders pulling him up to his knees. Hands spread his knees further apart, so he sat fully on Yunho, his cock filling him up completely.
Yunho groaned as he sank further into the boy’s tight ass, his cock being swallowed up by the buttery soft tunnel and scorching heat.
His mind was crowded with pleasure as he placed his hands on Jae's hips, moving him up and down on his straining erection. It never came to mind that he might be hurting the boy, because he was moaning and now begging for more.
Yunho lifted him up till just his tip was outside then slammed him back down, loving the feel of his constricting hole as he slid back in.
He reached in between their bodies and loosened the handcuffs, pulling them away and tossing them to the side. He lifted Jae's arms and wrapped them around his neck, his hands sliding back down his sides to wrap around his waist as he ground into him.
Their sweat slicked bodies eased the friction between them, making it easy for Jae's back to slide against Yunho's chest as he moved on Yunho.
Then for the first time that night their lips met. Yunho swallowed Jae's moans as his tongue slipped past his lips to find another addictive taste.
Yunho could grow very fond of this taste, in fact he already has. He found himself not being able to control his wondering tongue as it got intimate with Jae's delicious mouth.
Their tongues slid over one another, the slick muscles meeting and mating together, their lips sealed so that they breathed each other's air, until it began to run out, and then the kiss became rougher more powerful, lips clashing, teeth gnashing against each other. It was wet, wild and deliriously lust-filled. And it initiated them move faster together, to move more sensually.
The kiss broke so they both could bring breath into their starving lungs.
Yunho groaned, his lips finding their way to the pale neck and suckling the tender flesh there before moving back up to find red swollen wet lips.
Before he could take them again in a searing kiss, he was stopped.
"Please, Yunho." was whispered. Jae's sweet breath fanning against his lips as the request was partway uttered.
"Please what baby?" Yunho whispered back, looking into lust laden eyes, thrusting his hips up, while holding Jae down on him.
"O...oh god! Please Yunho! Take it off!" Was cried out against his neck.
Yunho chuckled, knowing what he was talking about, "Take what off baby?"
Jae gasped out again, his hands falling from Yunho's neck to take his hand in his, guiding it down to his seeping cock, wrapping long tanned fingers around the base of his cock.
"This, take this off." Jae whimpered in distress, his body moving faster as Yunho took to gliding his hand up his aching cock.
"Oh...oh Yunho please. Please! I need to cum."
Yunho could feel Jae's body tensing again. Slowing his movements, he held Jae above his cock.
"Umm, but baby. I'm not ready for you to cum." Yunho turned his head and was met by pleading eyes that shimmered. Those big brown eyes that was telling him that he really needed this release.
Still, even after gazing into Jae's eyes, Yunho wanted him to wait. He wanted him right on the precipice of shedding tears from the need. When Jae came, Yunho wanted him to have it burned into his memory who gave him the greatest orgasm of his life.
Jaejoong whimpered as he felt that just one more thrust into him would make him loose control, the bad...good thing was that Yunho was alternating between thrusting his hard cock into him and grinding up into him. Jae moved, using his thighs to lift himself up then falling onto Yunho, impaling himself.
He could feel it right on the very edge of busting.
Just as he was about to be thrown off that cliff again, he felt hands on his waist, squeezing and then lifting him up completely off Yunho. He felt like a rag doll as Yunho turned his limp body around and settled him back down on him, his legs around Yunho's muscled waist, arms hanging down by his sides, head on his shoulder. He was entirely to worn out to move.
"Please Yunho, let me cum." Was all he could think to say between the gasped out moans. All his energy that he had left was focused on that one place between his legs.
His cock twitching, as it was rubbed against washboard abs, the friction sending painful tingles down his shaft and into his balls.
"Please, it hurts." Jae felt the sting of tears as he begged for his liquid heaven that was just there beyond his reach.
Yunho heaved out as he felt his groin tighten, his orgasm coming on strong.
He finally reached down, softly running his hand up and down the red hot dick before unbuckling the leather band that held him prisoner to him.
As soon as he released the band he felt Jae stiffen. He glanced at his face, seeing his eyes closed, tears wetting his cheeks, Yunho gave one final thrust up into him, burying himself as far as he could go. With a great moan he filled up the tight hole, thick fluid coating Jae's ass walls.
Jae felt his body tremble when Yunho came inside him, his own orgasm coming full force, bursting from him in hot burning spurts. His hips still gyrating against Yunho as he painted his tanned belly white. His entrance constricting, trying to milk everything from Yunho as well as going back to it's original size.
Jaejoong went limp, his body fighting for him to sleep, but Jae refused to give in to its urges.
Strong arms came around him again, lifting him and laying him on the now messed up bed. Jae felt the bed give, looking over he saw Yunho lying on his back with his arm over his eyes, breathing hard.
He watched his chest rise and fall and thought that he had never felt for any other guy what he felt for Yunho, his idol.
That reminded him of who Yunho was. Yunho was not just an ordinary lay, no, he was his idol. The one he loved.
Jae felt his chest tightened as he thought of having Yunho telling him to leave tomorrow. He didn't think he could bare that.
Wouldn't it be better if he offered to leave sooner to save embarrassment on both of their behalves? Should he save Yunho the trouble of throwing him out if he just left willingly?
But, he loved him. He didn't want to leave him. He just had the best night of his life and now he felt it was over. He should just leave.
With this thought in mind, Jae rolled over and climbed his tired body out of bed heading for his discarded clothes.
As he bent forth to pick up his pants and shirt he heard Yunho's beautiful voice.
"What are you doing?"
Jae glanced down at the floor, avoiding Yunho's questioning gaze, 'I…I thought I'd leave and save us the embarrassment in the morning." Jae whispered to the man lying in bed.
He gasped when he felt hands sliding around his waist, "But, I'm not done with you." Was said in his ear.
Jae brows bunched in confusion, "Not done with me. We just got through having sex, what more could you want from me?"
Jae felt a chuckle against his back, and then was turned around.
Yunho smiled, he wasn't letting Jae get away that easily.
"I think that I would like to keep you for a little while. I want you to come with me on the rest of my tour. I want to see you lying sexily on my bed just like you were tonight, when I get back from boring parties or whatever else I have to do. I want to be able to come in and fuck the far out of you. I will not take no for an answer. I have videos of you in my hotel room, uninvited and I'm not above blackmail to get what I want." Yunho waited for Jae's response.
He breathed in relief when he saw the smaller boy smile, "You have videos of me? Why have you never called the police?"
Yunho tightened his hold, "I could never send you to jail. To say that I was fascinated by you would be an understatement. I hired a P.I to check you out. I know everything about you. I know all your little quirks and bad habits. I know about your family passing away. I know everything."
Jae felt a little weird that his idol would know so much about him, he guessed that was the way Yunho felt also, but was also happy that Yunho took the time to find out about him.
"And here I thought I was the stalker." He smirked, "You know you know you don't have to resort to blackmail with me. I would love to go with you. I'd be in the front row cheering you on."
Yunho smiled, "My biggest fan, huh? Well, as long as you’re in my bed by the end of the day, I don't mind you in the front row, even though; I might have a hard time concentrating with you there. Because all I can think of is your sweet kisses and even sweeter, umm..."
Jae felt his fingers on his ass and smiled, who would have thought being a stalker would ever feel so good.
"Come on. Come back to bed with me. Like I said, I'm not done with you, in fact I'm just beginning."
Jae felt his pulse thumping hard as Yunho reached down and lifted him by his thighs, his groin settling on Yunho's lower belly, his legs wrapped tightly around Yunho's waist, his hands threading through the thick brown hair at the back of his head.
Using his thighs, Jae ground himself against Yunho's rock hard stomach as he lowered his mouth taking Yunho's lips with his own.
Jae moaned into his idols mouth when he started kneading his ass cheeks. He was definitly feeling upto whatever Yunho wanted to do to him as the night went on.
Yunho walked them over to the king sized bed and fell down with Jae still wrapped around him.