Winner Takes All 2/3
warning: this part is JaeHo, Jaejoong topping.
Kim Jaejoong
Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder
Jung Yunho
Pagani Zonda Roadster
part 1 http://lunarrays.livejournal.com/57188.html#cutid1
part 2
“Damn that damn fucker,” Was murmured in a low angry voice.
An irritated growl worked its way up his throat only to escape when a pair of twin girls attempted to approach him. He rolled his blue eyes as the two females came to a stop before him. One girl giggled as she slung her long brown hair over her shoulders; her sister cocking her hips, her hand at her waist as she licked her gloss smeared lips. Lip gloss girl smiled coyly as her eyes traveled the long length of his lean body.
He felt his irritation grow as she opened her mouth to spew forth her feminine poison.
“Oppa,” Her voice high and whiny, “Spend the night with us. We promise a night that you will never forget.”
The brown haired twin closed in on her sister, her arm going around her twin's waist.
Jaejoong could hear himself growl in total disinterest as the two twin sluts shared a kiss; their eyes never leaving him.
Breaking apart, the brown haired twin licked her lips clean of her sister’s taste.
“We could show you delights that you’ve never known before,” She muttered in a low voice, her eyes showing her open invitation.
Jaejoong clenched his fist as he fought the urge to strangle the twin sisters. He seems too have developed a dislike for air-headed bimbos. At that very moment he would have given up sex than to fall into the hands of twins’ clutches for the night.
Jae glared at the twin girls, “Not interested.” He said flatly.
The girls’ smiles faded as they blinked in confusion at him, not used to being rejected by anyone.
“What?” They both gasped out in disbelief simultaneously.
Jae still glared at them, showing his full irritation, “Not interested. Not now. Not ever. Get lost,” Jaejoong grated out. He didn't know how to be anymore blunt to the girls that he didn't want a threesome with them.
The girls mouths dropped open before they could pull themselves together, trying to hide the shock of being rejected by The Kim Jaejoong.
Lip gloss girl smirked, “Well then, that's your loss.” Her twin tossed her brown hair behind her shoulder haughtily, and huffed, “Yeah. We could have had loads of fun tonight.”
“No, it's not my loss that I don't want to have sex with the Lee Twin Sluts. Anyways, I have better things to do tonight then stick my dick in puss's that's had every guy around.” Jaejoong replied, his voice like ice, smirking.
His smirk only grew bigger as their opened mouths wider; then he laughed out at their quick retreat. He hadn't liked seeing them coming and damn if he wasn't relieved to see them storm off.
A week ago he would have taken the twins up on their offer for a night of fun. Now, he just wasn't interested, and it was “his” fault.
That damned Yunho.
Jaejoong's anger built as he thought of that guy.
“Damn fucker,” He muttered as he pushed away from his car walking over to Yoochun and Junsu .
Jaejoong's eyes landed on the cigarette dangling from Yoochun's fingers and thought that that was a great idea.
“Hey man, can I bum one of those from you?” Jaejoong smiled thinly as Yoochun gave him a worried glance as he shook a cigarette out from his pack and handed it over along with his Zippo lighter.
“Thanks Yoochun,” Jaejoong mumbled as he slid the long white stick between his lip. Tilting his head to the side, he snapped the top open and flicked the lighter, a bright flame coming forth. Jaejoong inhaled deeply as he lit the tip, his eyes narrowing to slits to stop them from watering from the thin trail of smoke. He sighed contently as he felt the toxic smoke invading his lungs.
He felt guilty; he had stopped smoking a few months back promising himself that he would never pick up the bad habit again. But, he figured that he could splurge just this once. He snapped the top closed and tossed the lighter back to Yoochun, who caught it easily.
Jaejoong leaned back against Yoochun's car, a burnt orange Saleen, lifting the cancer stick back to his lips, sucking in the smoke. The bright red tip glowed in the dark, then slowly disappeared when Jaejoong stopped sucking on the end.
Yoochun slid over and leaned next to him, his arms crossed as he studied his friend’s face. Yoochun noticed all of Jaejoong's emotions were closed off so no one would know what the guy was thinking. But Yoochun knew his friend and he knew when something was bothering him.
Yoochun took one last draw off his own cigarette before throwing the butt on the ground, grounding out the fire with his heel on the spent cancer stick making sure it was out for good.
Raising his eyes to his friend, “ 'Sup man?” Yoochun said, studying his friend. Yoochun knew that his friend was pissed off. He didn't know why, but he planned to find out soon. If there was one thing that Yoochun knew about Kim Jaejoong, it was that he just didn't get pissed off about nothing at all. There was something there that pushed him over the line.
Jaejoong's eyes snapped over to Yoochun; they were a dark raging blue, but in the rage were little flecks of hurt that were just barely detectable underneath all the rage.
“Nothing,” Was uttered out followed by a “Fucking fucker!”, causing Yoochun's eyebrows to shoot up.
Yoochun knew that when Jaejoong was this mad he became very vulgar, not caring who heard him rant, rave and curse at whatever ticked him off.
Jaejoong glared at Yoochun, wanting to vent his anger out and his friend seemed like a great candidate to him.
"That fucking dick from last weekend, you know, the one that won the race? Well, his prize was one night with me. Goddamn fucker! He used me! I gave him his one night and let him fuck me. My first time with a guy and it had to be with someone who said he would call and never did!" Jaejoong inhaled deeply on the cigarette, the burn of the smoke invading his lungs, lighting his anger more as he thought of that weekend and the next morning. Not once stopping to think of the many girls that he had done the same thing to.
"I left him the next morning at the front door, my number in his hand and with his promise to call me. I haven't heard anything from him Yoochun. We clicked; at least I thought we did. He spent the whole damn night fucking me into his damn silk sheets."
Jaejoong's anger seemed to be running it's course now as he lowered his head, staring at the ground.
"I thought I had made it clear that I was up for seeing him again and I thought he felt the same."
Jaejoong turned to glance at his friend who by now had his arm around Junsu.
"Oh God Yoochun! It was so damn good!" Jae moaned out as he let his head fall back to rest on Yoochun's cars roof, before lifting his head again his eyes finding Yoochun's in the semi darkness.
"Maybe he didn't like me that much. Maybe he lied when he said he wanted to see me again. You know, to get rid of me without any kind of awkwardness."
Yoochun could see Jaejoong's anger rising again and shook his head knowing this was going to be a long night and that he was partly to blame for it. Even if Jaejoong didn't know that.
"Six fucking days Yoochun! Six and no call," Jae pushed off the car and stomped around, letting his eyes roam over the many girls dressed to impress and dressed to get a guy in bed for the night.
"I think I'm going back to girls. At least then I can be the damn man and dump the chick after the one night stand; not the other way around. Feelings like there are for the girls man and I can do without it."
Yoochun was shocked at what Jaejoong had just said. He more than anything wanted Jaejoong to know that he was born to be gay and to be with Yunho. No one else besides Yunho would do for Jaejoong, they were the perfect fucking match in his mind.
Now Yoochun just wanted to convince Jaejoong that Yunho may have had a good reason for not calling him during the week; and he hoped that Yunho had a very good excuse for Jaejoong.
“Maybe Yunho had a good reason Jae,” It sounded lame even to himself as Jae scoffed at him.
“A good reason for not calling me after six days? He better have fucking amnesia or something!”
Jaejoong took a deep breath, “You know what? That asshole isn't worth the anger. Fuck it! Forgetting that fuck would be the best thing I could do. There's too many willing girls here tonight to fuck, and that douche bag can just go fuck himself!” he snapped, his eyes narrowing as his glare sliced through the crowd of bodies before him.
Yoochun just sadly shook his head in disbelief. He knew Jaejoong was serious about forgetting Yunho; Jaejoong didn't fool around when it came to sex. As Jaejoong's best friend, he was privy to all his escapades that went down through the recent years. He knew Jaejoong loved sex and knew also, that Jae was always careful about his promiscuity, a condom always used. Yoochun was very glad of the fact that Jaejoong's insistence on bagging it before he tapped it. And knowing how much Jaejoong loved tapping, Yoochun knew that he wouldn't let this anger at Yunho bother him to much longer before he was out looking for his next lay. Yoochun just hoped that Yunho showed up tonight with a really good excuse and not just for Jaejoong, but for him also. He was the one that helped set the whole race up last weekend between Jaejoong and Yunho and he would like to know what was going on also. Yunho had sworn that Jaejoong would be more than a one nighter, and had sworn that he wasn't a one night kind of guy and Yoochun being Yunho's friend had believed him. So now, he would just have to wait like Jaejoong to find out what was up with Yunho.
Jaejoong took one last draw off the cancer stick before flicking the dying bud to the side to burn the rest of the way out.
Turning, he looked behind him as his eyes slowly came to rest over to his car parked over to the side, away from the crush and rush of the crowd.
The sleek pearl white form of his Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder gleamed at him and he allowed a small smile to emerge for a moment. God, did he have a love for beautiful cars.
Jaejoong looked from his car to the milling crowd of bodies dancing just a few feet away.
“Hey Yoochun, watch my car for me?” He asked, never taking his eyes from the crowd.
Yoochun nodded, agreeing easily knowing his friend wanted to go dance his frustrations out.
Jaejoong walked through the mass of gyrating forms until he reached the center. Once there, he found himself surrounded with willing female bodies in just mere seconds.
Pushing his disappointment at being dismissed by Yunho to the back of his mind, he decided he was through with even thinking he might have been gay and let loose. His hands found the hips of the nearest girl in front of him drawing her up so she was pressed against his chest. The girl smiled and ground her body into his. While dancing, she was able to position her body with one of her legs between his and rubbed her core against his thigh.
Jaejoong smirked down at the slut as he slowly turned her so her back was to his chest. He knew what kind of girl she was, she liked public displays and he was more than willing to set her on display for everyone to see. His hands moved over her scantly clad body, moving down to between her spread legs and cupped her through the thin denim mini skirt. The slut moaned and rubbed her ass against his groin, her moans only getting louder as he slid his hand under the edge of her skirt. Jaejoong quickly found the spot to every woman's pleasure and just as quickly stroked her to orgasm. He would never fuck this girl, he knew her kind and had seen her on display more than he could count, he would never risk putting his dick in something like that. Gloved or not.
With her head against his chest, Jaejoong smirked. Him gay? Yeah right! And the proof was the girl he had just fingered and his own raging hard on. Lowering his head, lips next to the sluts ear, “Hey baby, it's not fair. You got off, but I didn't.”
The girl turned, her arms looping around Jaejoong's shoulders, “And how is it that you are wanting to get off?” She asked in what Jaejoong assumed was her sexiest voice.
Jaejoong grinned, “Suck me off.”
The girl grinned and nodded as she licked her lips, anxious for the treat she was about to get.
Jaejoong took her by the hand and walked over to his car, leading her to the other side where no one was standing. While the slut might like an audience, he didn't. He preferred to do his business in private, or at least semi-private.
On the way, Jaejoong had caught Yoochun and Junsu's disappointed looks but he ignored them.
Leaning against his car, he pushed the girl to her knees and then fished his cock out.
As the slut took his cock into her mouth like a money hungry whore, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes.
And as she sucked on him, all he saw behind his eyelids was Yunho on his knees, sucking him off with that perfect mouth of his. With that image in his head, Jaejoong groaned. The girl wasn't as good as Yunho but with his eyes closed and if he tried hard enough, he could almost....
Jaejoong snapped eyes open with an angry growl. He didn't need reminders of how good Yunho was, he could get off with this girl. He buried his hands in the girl’s short hair, forcing his dick deeper into her mouth, abusing her throat until he almost exploded...
“Jaejoong.”
….almost, because when he was right on the edge he heard a voice that he was sure he didn't want to hear. That person whom the voice belonged to angered Jaejoong even further and he took it out on the girl who seemed to be enjoying his rough treatment.
Just as he was about to open his mouth and spew word vomit, he decided that he wouldn't let Yunho know how much it had upset him that he hadn't heard from him. So he held his anger back, letting Yunho think everything was ok, that he hadn't even thought about Yunho since he left his house the weekend before.
Jaejoong let his eyes shift to Yunho for a split second.
“Yunho.”
Just his name slipping past his lips pissed Jaejoong off more and he turned his head glaring at the dark tree line ahead of him.
Yunho just leaned against the car next to Jaejoong, arms crossed, watching as the girl sucked for all she was worth.
Jaejoong glanced over to Yunho quickly and was confused by his blank face, Jaejoong not being able to read Yunho's expression at all.
“She any good?”
Jaejoong tightened his hold on the girl’s hair, urging her on when she paused at Yunho's voice. Jaejoong couldn't understand why Yunho was still there watching him get a piss ass poor blow job. He would have thought Yunho would have moved on when he saw he was other wise occupied with someone else. But, he wasn't going to let Yunho in on how bad she really was.
“She's good. Why? You want to take her place?” Jaejoong smirked, his eyes catching Yunho's and not letting go as he bit his bottom lip and moaned for effect.
Yunho just shrugged his shoulders, “I could. I need some relief from all the stress that I've been under from being in Japan for the last week.”
“Japan?” Jaejoong was suddenly very interested in this trip to Japan. He wondered of all the hookups Yunho could’ve been with while he was away and felt something more than anger bubble up in him. “Why were you in Japan?” Jaejoong tried to not look like he was too interested in what Yunho had to say and really didn't know why it was bothering him so much that Yunho had been in a different country than he was in. Jaejoong knew that after being pissed at Yunho for the past week, he had no reason to be wondering anything, but he still did. So he just moved his hips faster, still conscious of the girl whose mouth was around his cock.
Yunho's eyes flickered down to the girl on her knees and then back up to meet Jaejoong's eyes, eyes that were blown with lust as they watched Yunho.
“Appa told me that I was staying out to much and partying. He said that I needed to take more interest in the family company since I will be inheriting it upon his death. He wouldn't let me have any contact with anyone he didn't approve of, only business acquaintance's for the whole week. He took my phone and my laptop. He even had the phones in the penthouse suite removed, that was how serious he was about me having no contact beyond what he approved. I wasn't allowed to leave the suite unless it was with him. It has been a very long week for me.” Yunho muttered out as his eyes wandered back down to watch the girl suck Jaejoong.
Jaejoong didn't know what to say to that. His own father had been pestering him about the family business and when he was going to get serious about learning it.
Did Yunho's explanation explain anything? Yes, it did. Was he relieved that Yunho had a reasonable reason for not calling him this past week? He was, and now he had no reason to hang onto his anger that he had been nursing and now he didn't know how to feel.
A sharp pull from down below drew his eyes from Yunho to his crotch and the slut still on her knees working him. Jaejoong had pretty much forgotten that she was there and he felt himself going soft, him loosing his interest more and more since Yunho had walked up and now he just wanted her off him and gone.
Jaejoong released the girls head and pulled himself from her mouth. He helped her to her feet, “Thanks it was good but… “ Jaejoong motioned to Yunho, “…it's just not working tonight.”
The girl pouted as she looked from him to Yunho, “Maybe next time when you're not so distracted, huh?”
Jaejoong shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe.”
The girl walked off to find her next victim.
Jaejoong turned towards Yunho, blue eyes studying the other. Neither speaking, nor moving.
It seemed as if time had come to a stand still and when Jaejoong came back to reality it was with a loud gasping moan.
One moment Jaejoong's looking into Yunho's eyes, the next he's gasping at the wet suction around his cock which had hardened back to it's full length the second it was met with Yunho's mouth. He had no idea how Yunho went from leaning on the car beside him to on his knees giving him a repeat of the best blow job he had ever received.
Jaejoong's body hunched forward over Yunho's crouching figure. His hips pumped faster until Yunho was forced to hold him still, so he could suck more deeply.
That mouth worked hot delicious tingles from his red hot tip, down his swollen cock to streak across his tight balls, before exploding throughout his shivering body.
Jaejoong didn't think that he'd ever felt this horny, this needy before. Yunho's pleased hum didn't help matter's either.
Yunho's soft lips and nimble tongue worked him until he felt that tight draw in his groin and that great heat in his lower belly.
As quickly and fiercely as it started, it ended; Jaejoong feeling like Yunho was trying to suck his insides out through his cock.
Jaejoong watched as Yunho let go of his cock, and lifted his lust hazed eyes to his, “Let's race,” Yunho said, his voice rough from having Jaejoong's cock down his throat.
Jaejoong gave a short laugh, “Thought you'd never ask. Didn't know if you wanted to race me tonight.”
Yunho smirked at him as he stood and leaned in close to Jaejoong, his breath fanning hotly against his ear. “Let's make the bet more pleasing, shall we? Whoever wins, get's to top. Deal?”
Jaejoong closed his eyes and moaned, “You are so on and you are gonna lose. I want a chance at that ass of yours.”
Jaejoong's eyes narrowed as a slow grin slid across Yunho's face and Jaejoong couldn't help but wonder if this race would be a fair one.
“Now, let's race,” Jaejoong said as he turned and hopped into his car that he had been propped up against. Jaejoong watched out his car window as Yunho walked over to a car parked close by and when Jaejoong saw what Yunho was getting into he knew that Yunho was going to lose. Jaejoong couldn't help but wonder if Yunho would be losing on purpose.
Jaejoong eyed the beautiful super car before him. The candy apple red Pagani Zonda Roadster that Yunho had just climbed into was fast but not as fast as his Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder. It wouldn’t beat his but it would put up a good fight.
Jaejoong nodded his head when Yunho looked over at him and slowly drove over to the starting line with Yunho pulling up beside him. Jaejoong grinned as he lowered his window, “Hey Yunho! May the fastest car win!”
Yunho smirked and shrugged his shoulders, “Either way, I'll have a good night.”
A small grin crossed Jaejoong's face as he turned back to see a girl stroll up to the side of the starting line. When she dropped her bra, Jaejoong's tires spun, sending up a cloud of black smoke before his car lost traction and he shot forward.
Jaejoong laughed out as he felt his cars power surge through him as his foot pressed down on the gas, and he quickly flew through the gears.
The car reached the end of the mile long track and Jaejoong jerked the wheel, causing the car to spin, now facing the opposite direction from which he just came.
The race was over with in what seemed like a flash, as Jaejoong's Lamborghini sailed across the finish line, then skidding to a stop, Yunho's Zonda coming to a stop beside him.
Jaejoong sat for a second, trying to get his breath and trying to let it sink in that he had just won the race against Yunho. He smiled as he pressed the button to lower the window. Turning his head, he saw that Yunho's window was already down and looking towards him.
“Well, you won,” Yunho called to him, not looking one bit disappointed that he had lost the race.
Jaejoong nodded his head in agreement.
“Follow me,” He said and slid his window back up and drove slowly through the maze of cars and moving bodies, leaving the mass of party goers behind. Looking in his rear view mirror he saw Yunho following closely and sped up, now in a hurry to reach home.
He drove for a while with Yunho behind him, driving to the well too do neighborhoods which gave way to the gated communities. Even then, Jaejoong drove on till he finally turned off to a private paved driveway. The gate which was always closed to the outside world, sat a few yards from the main road, opened slowly as Jaejoong approached. By the time he had reached the black iron gates they had opened completely and he passed through with Yunho close behind him.
The driveway stretched out before him seeming to go off into no where. Tall trees rose high on both sides of the small road, muting the moonlight that glowed down on the dark night.
Jaejoong hummed to himself as he guided his car, seeing the dim lights of his family home up ahead through the dense trees. As he drove, the trees thinned to nothing and a huge dark yard loomed in front of a three story house. A mansion really. One of the many visual signs of his family’s accumulated wealth from three generations before him.
Jaejoong followed the driveway that made a loop in the front of the house and parked a few feet from the front door, not bothering to park in the garage. He looked in his rear view mirror to see Yunho parking behind him.
Unlike the previous weekend, he did not sit in his car and contemplate on what he was about to do. He didn't hesitate as he pushed opened his car door with a swish, the suicide doors swinging upwards for him to get out. He felt excited as he walked up to Yunho's car, waiting for him to come out.
Jaejoong gave his keys to the waiting butler telling him to park his and his guest cars in the garage for the night.
He knew why he was excited, but he wondered at the wild beating of his heart. Maybe it was because he had never brought anyone back to his house. That thought brought him up short. No, he had never brought a girl home with him; he always took them to the nearest hotel and then left them there before morning came. It was his routine and one he never varied from.
He ran a nervous hand through his blond hair. Why was he now nervous? He shook his head. He didn't know and didn't care to find out. He jumped when he felt Yunho's hand on his shoulder. Jaejoong could see the unasked question on his face.
Jaejoong shrugged, “I never bring anyone home with me. You're the first.”
Yunho smiled, “I'm the first. Well, I'm honored.”
Jaejoong smirked back at Yunho, “Yeah, well don't let it go to your head.” Jaejoong turned and walked to the door of his home “Even if I do like you more than I should.” Jaejoong muttered under his breath.
Jaejoong's back slightly stiffened and he gave a small huff as he heard Yunho chuckling from behind him. Still, he couldn't stop the smile that curved the edges of his lips up as he walked through the foyer and to the wide marble staircase that led up to the second and third floor of the house.
He breezed into his bedroom but his insides were shivering and he felt all anxious. He turned to watch Yunho close and lock his bedroom door. Jaejoong watched as Yunho studied his bedroom and wondered at what he saw and tried to see his room through Yunho's eyes. Black and red comforter and pillows spread out on his queen sized bed, bare and dark wooden floor and sheer black and red curtains. If he was Yunho, he would probably be pleasantly surprised at the neatness of his room.
Jaejoong sighed, he didn't look like it, but he liked things to be clean around him. He thought his room was a reflection of himself, a dark elegance; minimal in appearance, since he didn't care for clutter.
Jaejoong walked over to the set of padded chairs in black suede, stripping down to his boxer briefs as he went. Sitting, he watched as Yunho walked towards him, his eyes glued to that amazing body and he felt his body react to what he found to be incredibly arousing and Yunho wasn't even naked yet.
His eyes met Yunho's and Jaejoong shivered as he saw raw need in Yunho's eyes, his face flushed with arousal.
Jaejoong couldn't remember the last time someone looked at him like that. Couldn't remember ever feeling this hot and horny with anyone except with Yunho.
It was an exciting thrill that raced down his spine as Yunho slipped his t-shirt off, letting Jaejoong see his firm chest and muscled abs. As Yunho reached for the button and fly of his pants, Jaejoong quickly swatted his hands away, sliding out of the chair and to his knees, Jaejoong reached up and undid the clasp of Yunho's pants himself, his fingers stiff and cool. He let a finger slip between the teeth of the zipper and with slight pressure, he slowly pressed his finger down unzipping Yunho's pants as he went. Jaejoong lifted his eyes back up to Yunho as his fingertip lightly grazed across Yunho's hidden hardness.
With his eyes connected to Yunho's, Jaejoong leaned forward, his lips ghosting over the hot skin just below Yunho's bellybutton. He pressed his open lips to Yunho and Jaejoong felt like his lips were being burned from Yunho's heat. Even as his body shook from waiting, he could hear Yunho's low moan from above.
Resting his chin on Yunho's stomach looking up, Jaejoong slid his hands around Yunho's hips to the back of his loosened pants, sliding into his underwear and with a shove, pushed the material down over his hips. Jaejoong leaned back so Yunho could step out of his jeans and briefs, and he sucked in a breath. Yunho was more than Jaejoong remembered, his breath stuttered out of him as he reached out for Yunho's cock. It was heavy and long in his palms. The shaft thick, the cap mushroomed shaped and wide blushing a deep red. The skin stretching as his cock grew longer, curving up like how he remembered the last time.
Jaejoong gulped as he studied it. He had wondered the last time what it would feel like to have Yunho in his mouth. In fact before last weekend with Yunho, Jaejoong had dreamed about going down a guy. The guy was faceless, his cock nondescript and that had suited Jaejoong just fine as he dreamed of sucking that faceless guy off. But, since Yunho, the faceless guy in his dreams would suddenly morph into Yunho. It would be Yunho's face above him and his cock in his mouth. Those dreams had left Jaejoong waking up hard as a rock, horny with no outlet but his hands, because girls were suddenly a turn off to him and he didn't want any other guy but Yunho. His showers had been his chosen spot to relieve himself as he imagined Yunho in front of him sucking him off and behind him fucking him into his shower wall. These dreams and the waking up only to have to find release in his shower didn't help his anger as the week went by with no word from Yunho, if anything they only fueled his anger towards the other.
Now with Yunho's hot cock in his hand, he wanted it in his mouth. He wanted to know how Yunho tasted; wanted to know if he could make Yunho feel like Yunho had made him feel. Like the sun had exploded, like he had been burning from the inside. Each draw from Yunho's mouth had taken a part of his soul, eating him like a hungry soul-eater.
As he lowered his head and started to guide Yunho to his open mouth, he felt hands on his shoulders pushing him back.
Yunho was gazing down at him, his eyes heavy, “No.”
Jaejoong licked his lips before answering, “Why?” He whispered.
“You're not ready. I don't think you'll like it.” The way Yunho was looking at him, Jaejoong knew that Yunho wanted him to.
“I'll never know if I don't experience it.” Jaejoong muttered and before Yunho could dissuade him, he tasted the head of Yunho's cock with his tongue.
Jaejoong drew his head back and lightly bit his lip as he tugged on Yunho's swollen cock.
He liked the feel of Yunho's cock in his hands, he liked the heft of it, the heat coming off it.
With that single little taste of Yunho on his tongue, he was urgent for another taste so Jaejoong's hand drew down Yunho's length, his head swooping in and taking Yunho into his mouth.
Jaejoong stilled, holding the hot pulsing cock in his mouth, he tasted salt and Yunho, not as bad a taste as he thought it would be, but then Yunho wasn't coming yet.
Not knowing how to give head, but having it done to him plenty of times, Jaejoong started slowly. Drawing his mouth up to the very tip, he sucked as he went, releasing and descending just as slowly taking in as much as he could until he was just about to gag.
Jaejoong smirked when he heard Yunho's loud drawn out moan and he knew he was doing something right. It felt good knowing that he was making Yunho feel good. But, Jaejoong wanted Yunho to feel more than good, more than great. Jaejoong wanted Yunho to feel like he would never receive another blow job as good as this one. And no, Jaejoong didn't want to think about the jealous stab that darted right into his heart at Yunho getting this kind of treatment from anyone but him. Jaejoong didn't want to think about anything but what he was doing in that moment and time, any other thought could be put off to later where he could examine it better, if at all.
Jaejoong's eyes drifted shut as he gave his everything in giving Yunho all he had. He didn't know if it was just instinct or what as his jaw dropped open wider and his throat relaxed so he could take more cock in. His hands tugged just as feverishly as he sucked trying to bring Yunho off in his mouth, to get to know what it tasted like to have another guy’s, Yunho's fluid spread over his tongue.
Then Jaejoong got his taste. More than just a mere taste, it was a flood of bitter liquid that rushed into his mouth, over his tongue and down his throat making Jaejoong gag as he quickly worked to swallow it.
Jaejoong's face scrunched at the flavor and texture of Yunho's cum. Still swallowing and working spit into his mouth to clean it of the bitterness, Jaejoong let Yunho's cock slip from his mouth.
As he glanced up at Yunho's pleasured face, Jaejoong felt pleased himself. Happy that he was able to make Yunho feel good.
He liked sucking on Yunho's cock, but he was torn over having swallowed his cum. He wasn't too sure if he liked the bitter taste or how it felt in his mouth. He guessed he would have to do it a few more times to form an opinion on how well he liked or disliked it or if he would even be one to spit or swallow. He knew that right now he wanted other things, one being that he wanted to be inside of Yunho.
Jaejoong rose to his feet as he placed his hands on Yunho's lean hips, he pushed him backwards towards his bed. With an impish grin he gave Yunho a small shove and watched as his lover sprawled across his bed. Yunho scooted back and rested against the pillows as Jaejoong pushed his boxers off and followed after him.
As Jaejoong slid up Yunho's body, he felt his sensitive cock rub up against Yunho's hair roughened thigh and he couldn't suppress the low groan that slipped out. As he moaned, Yunho moaned at Jaejoong rubbing his body against his. Jaejoong found all that moaning sinfully erotic. This eroticism was heightened by Jaejoong's arousal and the lingering doubts and there had been a little one clinging onto him, vanished away.
Moving up, he covered Yunho's deeply tanned body with his own and Jaejoong could see the contrast; the pale and the dark. A hardened-muscle body lying under a toned one.
Jaejoong studied Yunho's features and found that he liked the others classical handsomeness compared to his own more effeminate countenance. Not that Jaejoong thought that he looked feminine, to his own thinking; he was an understated manliness that others just overlooked. He was strong, yes, he had beaten a few asses, he wasn't being egoistic about it and he knew he was a strong guy. He knew that he looked a lot weaker than he really was, but that didn't keep the ladies away or the guys who had dared to approach him, some even saying that they had been attracted to his more feminine side and they hadn't lasted too long.
Jaejoong pushed such thoughts from his mind and licked his lips before lowering his head and sealing Yunho's mouth with his. Last time Yunho had been in control, this time he wanted full and complete control of every inch of Yunho.
Jaejoong grinned against Yunho's mouth as he felt Yunho buck up against him.
“Growing impatient Yunho?” Jaejoong muttered against Yunho's lips.
“Oh god, you have no idea. I've been dreaming of you fucking me; of having your long big cock inside me filling me up,” Yunho groaned out as Jaejoong moved his mouth down to Yunho's neck, licking a wide wet path up to his ear, nibbling at the sensitive redden skin.
“Well baby, I'm about to make all your hot dreams come true.”
Yunho rocked his pelvis against Jaejoong's showing how much of a cock-whore he would be for him that night.
“Come on Jaejoong, I can't wait any longer. Wanted you far too long.”
Jaejoong kissed Yunho once more before leaning over him to grab a condom and lube. Setting the condom aside, Jaejoong opened the bottle of lube and coated his fingers before closing the cap and setting the bottle aside until he needed it again.
Looking down at Yunho through lust blown eyes, he sat up on his knees and watched as Yunho spread his open his legs as far as he could get them. Reaching his hand under Yunho's already drawed up sack, Jaejoong found Yunho's entrance and slowly probed the sensitive spot. Massaging the tight opening with the pad of his finger until it relaxed a bit, he slipped the tip of finger through. And there in just that one little move Jaejoong knew that he was really going to like topping Yunho. The more Yunho relaxed, the more he slid his finger in. Remembering the painful burn from when Yunho fucked him that first time, Jaejoong was trying to be gentle.
'Jaejoong baby, you don't have to be gentle. I've done this before and I'm about to come. Just add another finger and then I should be ready.” Jaejoong jerked his eyes from where he was watching his finger slid in and out of Yunho up to Yunho's eyes and nodded his head. Removing his finger, Jaejoong slowly reinserted two in its place and he felt Yunho's walls give after a few moments.
Yunho was ready. Jaejoong drew in a deep breath to steady his racing pulse as he reached for the condom. Ripping it open, he quickly, but carefully, rolled it down his sensitive length. He grabbed the lube and squirted more in his hand before throwing it in the corner of the bed and stroked his cock making sure to slick it up really good before he positioned himself in front of Yunho's stretched hole. Jaejoong leaned down and kissed Yunho before slowly pushing his way in, his head breaching Yunho's muscles that guarded the tender tissue within. After setting in fully, Jaejoong lifted his head and gazed down at Yunho in wonder, his eyes wide and mouth gaped open a little. He propped himself with a hand on either side of Yunho's head and very slowly slid out only to thrust back in harder. His cock rubbed the sides of Yunho's hot channel, the tip of his cock brushing over Yunho's prostate, sending pleasure throughout Yunho's receptive body.
Jaejoong flung his head back “Ohfuckgod!Yes!” rebounded off the dark walls of his bedroom.
Both of their gasping breaths echoed around them. The air grew heavy and damp as their bodies moved together. Yunho dug his nails into Jaejoong's ass, prodding him to go faster, to thrust harder and Jaejoong wasn't one to disappoint.
Jaejoong swore he was in heaven from Yunho's tight ass that just felt that good. He had never had such a responsive partner who knew how to move just right, who knew that Jaejoong would get even more excited over his partner’s loud gasps and moaning. Even Jaejoong didn't know how much Yunho being vocal in bed would turn him on. Yunho was perfect and Jaejoong couldn't seem to get in deep enough. Jaejoong pumped harder into Yunho and a light film of sweat coated his back and shoulders.
Wanting to see what his cock looked like in Yunho, Jaejoong rose up to his knees, moving Yunho's long legs to where they draped over Jaejoong's thighs. Now Jaejoong had an unobstructed beautiful view of Yunho's hole swallowing up his cock over and over as he moved inside him, making Jaejoong even more hot and horny. His hands roamed over Yunho's rocking body, up his thighs over his hips and as he slowly rubbed them up Yunho's sides. Jaejoong watched as Yunho's abs contracted and released in time to the rise and fall of his ass as he met Jaejoong thrust for thrust. Jaejoong loved how tan and ripped Yunho's stomach was, how those warm muscles felt under the palms of his hands and Jaejoong couldn't get enough of touching this man.
He threw his head back and moaned when Yunho clenched around him. At Yunho's answering groan, Jaejoong looked down into lust laden eyes. Not being able to resist any longer, Jaejoong leaned over Yunho's body and took his mouth in a hungry searing kiss. Jaejoong's groans increased as Yunho's tongue tangled with his, slipping over and under each other. His hips surged forward in a powerful push, lifting Yunho's hips up off the bed and it felt like Yunho's body was sucking him in.
Jaejoong felt the familiar burn flare up in his groin, felt the heat flow throughout the rest of his body. He concentrated in just moving his body, trying to hold off the impending orgasm racing through his body, wanting Yunho to come first. Jaejoong lifted up again and took Yunho's swollen cock in hand. As he pumped the harden cock, Jaejoong shivered at Yunho's breathy moans and loud gasps, they rolled over him like stormy waves of unrestraint sensations that beat at his already overly sensitized system until it was everything he could do to hold off.
Jaejoong gazed down at Yunho intensely as Yunho's body stiffened, his fingers grasping Jaejoong's hips like talons, sure to be leaving bruises. Yunho's cock jerked and pulsed in his hand as hot cum spurted out to cover his heaving stomach and Jaejoong's fingers.
Seeing Yunho let go, Jaejoong let his own orgasm rock through him as he gave a few more hard thrusts, Jaejoong felt his world temporary splinter as he came, his own release being caught up in the thin protective barrier wrapped around his cock.
Feeling the muscles in his thighs tremble, Jaejoong quickly dealt with the filled condom, disposing of it in the trash can beside his bed. Right before his legs gave out, he collapsed beside Yunho with a satisfied groan. Jaejoong's post orgasmic body began to relax.
“Damn, I don't think that I've ever felt as good after sex as I do with you,” Jaejoong muttered, his voice thick and hoarse.
Yunho chuckled, “Yeah, that's my special gift to you. I like knowing that I make you feel good.”
Jaejoong hummed as he felt Yunho shift beside him, then felt strong arms wrapping around him.
“It's crazy,” Jaejoong said as he rolled to his side to snuggle up to Yunho closer, throwing his arm over Yunho's side and his leg across Yunho's.
“What is?” Yunho asked and Jaejoong felt Yunho's chest rumble with each word he spoke, because that's just how close he had snuggled up to the taller man.
“I just think that if more guys knew how good and right it felt to be with another man then they wouldn't even think twice before hooking up with one.”
Yunho laughed and Jaejoong smiled at the deep sound, “Yeah, females wouldn't stand a chance of getting laid if more guys figured out that another guy knew just what they liked, knew how to touch them just so. Knew how to move their hips just a certain way to make the pleasure that much more intense. But, guys are hardheaded and let labels get in the way of what could be a great thing for them.”
Jaejoong thought how Yunho knew just where to touch him to make him feel the most pleasure. He thought about Yunho under him, clenching onto his moving cock as he fucked him. Jaejoong groaned quietly as he felt himself hardened again and he shifted his hips so he could get pressure from Yunho's thigh just where he needed it.
Yunho laughed again as he rolled Jaejoong over onto his back, his brown eyes full of mirth.
Jaejoong moaned as Yunho straddled him and leaned forward. He felt Yunho's lips as they brushed his ear, “Looks like you need me to move a certain way right now.”
Jaejoong's eyes drifted closed as he moaned out as Yunho showed him all the moves he knew.
TBC....
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Kim Jaejoong
Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder
Jung Yunho
Pagani Zonda Roadster
part 1 http://lunarrays.livejournal.com/57188.html#cutid1
part 2
“Damn that damn fucker,” Was murmured in a low angry voice.
An irritated growl worked its way up his throat only to escape when a pair of twin girls attempted to approach him. He rolled his blue eyes as the two females came to a stop before him. One girl giggled as she slung her long brown hair over her shoulders; her sister cocking her hips, her hand at her waist as she licked her gloss smeared lips. Lip gloss girl smiled coyly as her eyes traveled the long length of his lean body.
He felt his irritation grow as she opened her mouth to spew forth her feminine poison.
“Oppa,” Her voice high and whiny, “Spend the night with us. We promise a night that you will never forget.”
The brown haired twin closed in on her sister, her arm going around her twin's waist.
Jaejoong could hear himself growl in total disinterest as the two twin sluts shared a kiss; their eyes never leaving him.
Breaking apart, the brown haired twin licked her lips clean of her sister’s taste.
“We could show you delights that you’ve never known before,” She muttered in a low voice, her eyes showing her open invitation.
Jaejoong clenched his fist as he fought the urge to strangle the twin sisters. He seems too have developed a dislike for air-headed bimbos. At that very moment he would have given up sex than to fall into the hands of twins’ clutches for the night.
Jae glared at the twin girls, “Not interested.” He said flatly.
The girls’ smiles faded as they blinked in confusion at him, not used to being rejected by anyone.
“What?” They both gasped out in disbelief simultaneously.
Jae still glared at them, showing his full irritation, “Not interested. Not now. Not ever. Get lost,” Jaejoong grated out. He didn't know how to be anymore blunt to the girls that he didn't want a threesome with them.
The girls mouths dropped open before they could pull themselves together, trying to hide the shock of being rejected by The Kim Jaejoong.
Lip gloss girl smirked, “Well then, that's your loss.” Her twin tossed her brown hair behind her shoulder haughtily, and huffed, “Yeah. We could have had loads of fun tonight.”
“No, it's not my loss that I don't want to have sex with the Lee Twin Sluts. Anyways, I have better things to do tonight then stick my dick in puss's that's had every guy around.” Jaejoong replied, his voice like ice, smirking.
His smirk only grew bigger as their opened mouths wider; then he laughed out at their quick retreat. He hadn't liked seeing them coming and damn if he wasn't relieved to see them storm off.
A week ago he would have taken the twins up on their offer for a night of fun. Now, he just wasn't interested, and it was “his” fault.
That damned Yunho.
Jaejoong's anger built as he thought of that guy.
“Damn fucker,” He muttered as he pushed away from his car walking over to Yoochun and Junsu .
Jaejoong's eyes landed on the cigarette dangling from Yoochun's fingers and thought that that was a great idea.
“Hey man, can I bum one of those from you?” Jaejoong smiled thinly as Yoochun gave him a worried glance as he shook a cigarette out from his pack and handed it over along with his Zippo lighter.
“Thanks Yoochun,” Jaejoong mumbled as he slid the long white stick between his lip. Tilting his head to the side, he snapped the top open and flicked the lighter, a bright flame coming forth. Jaejoong inhaled deeply as he lit the tip, his eyes narrowing to slits to stop them from watering from the thin trail of smoke. He sighed contently as he felt the toxic smoke invading his lungs.
He felt guilty; he had stopped smoking a few months back promising himself that he would never pick up the bad habit again. But, he figured that he could splurge just this once. He snapped the top closed and tossed the lighter back to Yoochun, who caught it easily.
Jaejoong leaned back against Yoochun's car, a burnt orange Saleen, lifting the cancer stick back to his lips, sucking in the smoke. The bright red tip glowed in the dark, then slowly disappeared when Jaejoong stopped sucking on the end.
Yoochun slid over and leaned next to him, his arms crossed as he studied his friend’s face. Yoochun noticed all of Jaejoong's emotions were closed off so no one would know what the guy was thinking. But Yoochun knew his friend and he knew when something was bothering him.
Yoochun took one last draw off his own cigarette before throwing the butt on the ground, grounding out the fire with his heel on the spent cancer stick making sure it was out for good.
Raising his eyes to his friend, “ 'Sup man?” Yoochun said, studying his friend. Yoochun knew that his friend was pissed off. He didn't know why, but he planned to find out soon. If there was one thing that Yoochun knew about Kim Jaejoong, it was that he just didn't get pissed off about nothing at all. There was something there that pushed him over the line.
Jaejoong's eyes snapped over to Yoochun; they were a dark raging blue, but in the rage were little flecks of hurt that were just barely detectable underneath all the rage.
“Nothing,” Was uttered out followed by a “Fucking fucker!”, causing Yoochun's eyebrows to shoot up.
Yoochun knew that when Jaejoong was this mad he became very vulgar, not caring who heard him rant, rave and curse at whatever ticked him off.
Jaejoong glared at Yoochun, wanting to vent his anger out and his friend seemed like a great candidate to him.
"That fucking dick from last weekend, you know, the one that won the race? Well, his prize was one night with me. Goddamn fucker! He used me! I gave him his one night and let him fuck me. My first time with a guy and it had to be with someone who said he would call and never did!" Jaejoong inhaled deeply on the cigarette, the burn of the smoke invading his lungs, lighting his anger more as he thought of that weekend and the next morning. Not once stopping to think of the many girls that he had done the same thing to.
"I left him the next morning at the front door, my number in his hand and with his promise to call me. I haven't heard anything from him Yoochun. We clicked; at least I thought we did. He spent the whole damn night fucking me into his damn silk sheets."
Jaejoong's anger seemed to be running it's course now as he lowered his head, staring at the ground.
"I thought I had made it clear that I was up for seeing him again and I thought he felt the same."
Jaejoong turned to glance at his friend who by now had his arm around Junsu.
"Oh God Yoochun! It was so damn good!" Jae moaned out as he let his head fall back to rest on Yoochun's cars roof, before lifting his head again his eyes finding Yoochun's in the semi darkness.
"Maybe he didn't like me that much. Maybe he lied when he said he wanted to see me again. You know, to get rid of me without any kind of awkwardness."
Yoochun could see Jaejoong's anger rising again and shook his head knowing this was going to be a long night and that he was partly to blame for it. Even if Jaejoong didn't know that.
"Six fucking days Yoochun! Six and no call," Jae pushed off the car and stomped around, letting his eyes roam over the many girls dressed to impress and dressed to get a guy in bed for the night.
"I think I'm going back to girls. At least then I can be the damn man and dump the chick after the one night stand; not the other way around. Feelings like there are for the girls man and I can do without it."
Yoochun was shocked at what Jaejoong had just said. He more than anything wanted Jaejoong to know that he was born to be gay and to be with Yunho. No one else besides Yunho would do for Jaejoong, they were the perfect fucking match in his mind.
Now Yoochun just wanted to convince Jaejoong that Yunho may have had a good reason for not calling him during the week; and he hoped that Yunho had a very good excuse for Jaejoong.
“Maybe Yunho had a good reason Jae,” It sounded lame even to himself as Jae scoffed at him.
“A good reason for not calling me after six days? He better have fucking amnesia or something!”
Jaejoong took a deep breath, “You know what? That asshole isn't worth the anger. Fuck it! Forgetting that fuck would be the best thing I could do. There's too many willing girls here tonight to fuck, and that douche bag can just go fuck himself!” he snapped, his eyes narrowing as his glare sliced through the crowd of bodies before him.
Yoochun just sadly shook his head in disbelief. He knew Jaejoong was serious about forgetting Yunho; Jaejoong didn't fool around when it came to sex. As Jaejoong's best friend, he was privy to all his escapades that went down through the recent years. He knew Jaejoong loved sex and knew also, that Jae was always careful about his promiscuity, a condom always used. Yoochun was very glad of the fact that Jaejoong's insistence on bagging it before he tapped it. And knowing how much Jaejoong loved tapping, Yoochun knew that he wouldn't let this anger at Yunho bother him to much longer before he was out looking for his next lay. Yoochun just hoped that Yunho showed up tonight with a really good excuse and not just for Jaejoong, but for him also. He was the one that helped set the whole race up last weekend between Jaejoong and Yunho and he would like to know what was going on also. Yunho had sworn that Jaejoong would be more than a one nighter, and had sworn that he wasn't a one night kind of guy and Yoochun being Yunho's friend had believed him. So now, he would just have to wait like Jaejoong to find out what was up with Yunho.
Jaejoong took one last draw off the cancer stick before flicking the dying bud to the side to burn the rest of the way out.
Turning, he looked behind him as his eyes slowly came to rest over to his car parked over to the side, away from the crush and rush of the crowd.
The sleek pearl white form of his Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder gleamed at him and he allowed a small smile to emerge for a moment. God, did he have a love for beautiful cars.
Jaejoong looked from his car to the milling crowd of bodies dancing just a few feet away.
“Hey Yoochun, watch my car for me?” He asked, never taking his eyes from the crowd.
Yoochun nodded, agreeing easily knowing his friend wanted to go dance his frustrations out.
Jaejoong walked through the mass of gyrating forms until he reached the center. Once there, he found himself surrounded with willing female bodies in just mere seconds.
Pushing his disappointment at being dismissed by Yunho to the back of his mind, he decided he was through with even thinking he might have been gay and let loose. His hands found the hips of the nearest girl in front of him drawing her up so she was pressed against his chest. The girl smiled and ground her body into his. While dancing, she was able to position her body with one of her legs between his and rubbed her core against his thigh.
Jaejoong smirked down at the slut as he slowly turned her so her back was to his chest. He knew what kind of girl she was, she liked public displays and he was more than willing to set her on display for everyone to see. His hands moved over her scantly clad body, moving down to between her spread legs and cupped her through the thin denim mini skirt. The slut moaned and rubbed her ass against his groin, her moans only getting louder as he slid his hand under the edge of her skirt. Jaejoong quickly found the spot to every woman's pleasure and just as quickly stroked her to orgasm. He would never fuck this girl, he knew her kind and had seen her on display more than he could count, he would never risk putting his dick in something like that. Gloved or not.
With her head against his chest, Jaejoong smirked. Him gay? Yeah right! And the proof was the girl he had just fingered and his own raging hard on. Lowering his head, lips next to the sluts ear, “Hey baby, it's not fair. You got off, but I didn't.”
The girl turned, her arms looping around Jaejoong's shoulders, “And how is it that you are wanting to get off?” She asked in what Jaejoong assumed was her sexiest voice.
Jaejoong grinned, “Suck me off.”
The girl grinned and nodded as she licked her lips, anxious for the treat she was about to get.
Jaejoong took her by the hand and walked over to his car, leading her to the other side where no one was standing. While the slut might like an audience, he didn't. He preferred to do his business in private, or at least semi-private.
On the way, Jaejoong had caught Yoochun and Junsu's disappointed looks but he ignored them.
Leaning against his car, he pushed the girl to her knees and then fished his cock out.
As the slut took his cock into her mouth like a money hungry whore, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes.
And as she sucked on him, all he saw behind his eyelids was Yunho on his knees, sucking him off with that perfect mouth of his. With that image in his head, Jaejoong groaned. The girl wasn't as good as Yunho but with his eyes closed and if he tried hard enough, he could almost....
Jaejoong snapped eyes open with an angry growl. He didn't need reminders of how good Yunho was, he could get off with this girl. He buried his hands in the girl’s short hair, forcing his dick deeper into her mouth, abusing her throat until he almost exploded...
“Jaejoong.”
….almost, because when he was right on the edge he heard a voice that he was sure he didn't want to hear. That person whom the voice belonged to angered Jaejoong even further and he took it out on the girl who seemed to be enjoying his rough treatment.
Just as he was about to open his mouth and spew word vomit, he decided that he wouldn't let Yunho know how much it had upset him that he hadn't heard from him. So he held his anger back, letting Yunho think everything was ok, that he hadn't even thought about Yunho since he left his house the weekend before.
Jaejoong let his eyes shift to Yunho for a split second.
“Yunho.”
Just his name slipping past his lips pissed Jaejoong off more and he turned his head glaring at the dark tree line ahead of him.
Yunho just leaned against the car next to Jaejoong, arms crossed, watching as the girl sucked for all she was worth.
Jaejoong glanced over to Yunho quickly and was confused by his blank face, Jaejoong not being able to read Yunho's expression at all.
“She any good?”
Jaejoong tightened his hold on the girl’s hair, urging her on when she paused at Yunho's voice. Jaejoong couldn't understand why Yunho was still there watching him get a piss ass poor blow job. He would have thought Yunho would have moved on when he saw he was other wise occupied with someone else. But, he wasn't going to let Yunho in on how bad she really was.
“She's good. Why? You want to take her place?” Jaejoong smirked, his eyes catching Yunho's and not letting go as he bit his bottom lip and moaned for effect.
Yunho just shrugged his shoulders, “I could. I need some relief from all the stress that I've been under from being in Japan for the last week.”
“Japan?” Jaejoong was suddenly very interested in this trip to Japan. He wondered of all the hookups Yunho could’ve been with while he was away and felt something more than anger bubble up in him. “Why were you in Japan?” Jaejoong tried to not look like he was too interested in what Yunho had to say and really didn't know why it was bothering him so much that Yunho had been in a different country than he was in. Jaejoong knew that after being pissed at Yunho for the past week, he had no reason to be wondering anything, but he still did. So he just moved his hips faster, still conscious of the girl whose mouth was around his cock.
Yunho's eyes flickered down to the girl on her knees and then back up to meet Jaejoong's eyes, eyes that were blown with lust as they watched Yunho.
“Appa told me that I was staying out to much and partying. He said that I needed to take more interest in the family company since I will be inheriting it upon his death. He wouldn't let me have any contact with anyone he didn't approve of, only business acquaintance's for the whole week. He took my phone and my laptop. He even had the phones in the penthouse suite removed, that was how serious he was about me having no contact beyond what he approved. I wasn't allowed to leave the suite unless it was with him. It has been a very long week for me.” Yunho muttered out as his eyes wandered back down to watch the girl suck Jaejoong.
Jaejoong didn't know what to say to that. His own father had been pestering him about the family business and when he was going to get serious about learning it.
Did Yunho's explanation explain anything? Yes, it did. Was he relieved that Yunho had a reasonable reason for not calling him this past week? He was, and now he had no reason to hang onto his anger that he had been nursing and now he didn't know how to feel.
A sharp pull from down below drew his eyes from Yunho to his crotch and the slut still on her knees working him. Jaejoong had pretty much forgotten that she was there and he felt himself going soft, him loosing his interest more and more since Yunho had walked up and now he just wanted her off him and gone.
Jaejoong released the girls head and pulled himself from her mouth. He helped her to her feet, “Thanks it was good but… “ Jaejoong motioned to Yunho, “…it's just not working tonight.”
The girl pouted as she looked from him to Yunho, “Maybe next time when you're not so distracted, huh?”
Jaejoong shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe.”
The girl walked off to find her next victim.
Jaejoong turned towards Yunho, blue eyes studying the other. Neither speaking, nor moving.
It seemed as if time had come to a stand still and when Jaejoong came back to reality it was with a loud gasping moan.
One moment Jaejoong's looking into Yunho's eyes, the next he's gasping at the wet suction around his cock which had hardened back to it's full length the second it was met with Yunho's mouth. He had no idea how Yunho went from leaning on the car beside him to on his knees giving him a repeat of the best blow job he had ever received.
Jaejoong's body hunched forward over Yunho's crouching figure. His hips pumped faster until Yunho was forced to hold him still, so he could suck more deeply.
That mouth worked hot delicious tingles from his red hot tip, down his swollen cock to streak across his tight balls, before exploding throughout his shivering body.
Jaejoong didn't think that he'd ever felt this horny, this needy before. Yunho's pleased hum didn't help matter's either.
Yunho's soft lips and nimble tongue worked him until he felt that tight draw in his groin and that great heat in his lower belly.
As quickly and fiercely as it started, it ended; Jaejoong feeling like Yunho was trying to suck his insides out through his cock.
Jaejoong watched as Yunho let go of his cock, and lifted his lust hazed eyes to his, “Let's race,” Yunho said, his voice rough from having Jaejoong's cock down his throat.
Jaejoong gave a short laugh, “Thought you'd never ask. Didn't know if you wanted to race me tonight.”
Yunho smirked at him as he stood and leaned in close to Jaejoong, his breath fanning hotly against his ear. “Let's make the bet more pleasing, shall we? Whoever wins, get's to top. Deal?”
Jaejoong closed his eyes and moaned, “You are so on and you are gonna lose. I want a chance at that ass of yours.”
Jaejoong's eyes narrowed as a slow grin slid across Yunho's face and Jaejoong couldn't help but wonder if this race would be a fair one.
“Now, let's race,” Jaejoong said as he turned and hopped into his car that he had been propped up against. Jaejoong watched out his car window as Yunho walked over to a car parked close by and when Jaejoong saw what Yunho was getting into he knew that Yunho was going to lose. Jaejoong couldn't help but wonder if Yunho would be losing on purpose.
Jaejoong eyed the beautiful super car before him. The candy apple red Pagani Zonda Roadster that Yunho had just climbed into was fast but not as fast as his Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder. It wouldn’t beat his but it would put up a good fight.
Jaejoong nodded his head when Yunho looked over at him and slowly drove over to the starting line with Yunho pulling up beside him. Jaejoong grinned as he lowered his window, “Hey Yunho! May the fastest car win!”
Yunho smirked and shrugged his shoulders, “Either way, I'll have a good night.”
A small grin crossed Jaejoong's face as he turned back to see a girl stroll up to the side of the starting line. When she dropped her bra, Jaejoong's tires spun, sending up a cloud of black smoke before his car lost traction and he shot forward.
Jaejoong laughed out as he felt his cars power surge through him as his foot pressed down on the gas, and he quickly flew through the gears.
The car reached the end of the mile long track and Jaejoong jerked the wheel, causing the car to spin, now facing the opposite direction from which he just came.
The race was over with in what seemed like a flash, as Jaejoong's Lamborghini sailed across the finish line, then skidding to a stop, Yunho's Zonda coming to a stop beside him.
Jaejoong sat for a second, trying to get his breath and trying to let it sink in that he had just won the race against Yunho. He smiled as he pressed the button to lower the window. Turning his head, he saw that Yunho's window was already down and looking towards him.
“Well, you won,” Yunho called to him, not looking one bit disappointed that he had lost the race.
Jaejoong nodded his head in agreement.
“Follow me,” He said and slid his window back up and drove slowly through the maze of cars and moving bodies, leaving the mass of party goers behind. Looking in his rear view mirror he saw Yunho following closely and sped up, now in a hurry to reach home.
He drove for a while with Yunho behind him, driving to the well too do neighborhoods which gave way to the gated communities. Even then, Jaejoong drove on till he finally turned off to a private paved driveway. The gate which was always closed to the outside world, sat a few yards from the main road, opened slowly as Jaejoong approached. By the time he had reached the black iron gates they had opened completely and he passed through with Yunho close behind him.
The driveway stretched out before him seeming to go off into no where. Tall trees rose high on both sides of the small road, muting the moonlight that glowed down on the dark night.
Jaejoong hummed to himself as he guided his car, seeing the dim lights of his family home up ahead through the dense trees. As he drove, the trees thinned to nothing and a huge dark yard loomed in front of a three story house. A mansion really. One of the many visual signs of his family’s accumulated wealth from three generations before him.
Jaejoong followed the driveway that made a loop in the front of the house and parked a few feet from the front door, not bothering to park in the garage. He looked in his rear view mirror to see Yunho parking behind him.
Unlike the previous weekend, he did not sit in his car and contemplate on what he was about to do. He didn't hesitate as he pushed opened his car door with a swish, the suicide doors swinging upwards for him to get out. He felt excited as he walked up to Yunho's car, waiting for him to come out.
Jaejoong gave his keys to the waiting butler telling him to park his and his guest cars in the garage for the night.
He knew why he was excited, but he wondered at the wild beating of his heart. Maybe it was because he had never brought anyone back to his house. That thought brought him up short. No, he had never brought a girl home with him; he always took them to the nearest hotel and then left them there before morning came. It was his routine and one he never varied from.
He ran a nervous hand through his blond hair. Why was he now nervous? He shook his head. He didn't know and didn't care to find out. He jumped when he felt Yunho's hand on his shoulder. Jaejoong could see the unasked question on his face.
Jaejoong shrugged, “I never bring anyone home with me. You're the first.”
Yunho smiled, “I'm the first. Well, I'm honored.”
Jaejoong smirked back at Yunho, “Yeah, well don't let it go to your head.” Jaejoong turned and walked to the door of his home “Even if I do like you more than I should.” Jaejoong muttered under his breath.
Jaejoong's back slightly stiffened and he gave a small huff as he heard Yunho chuckling from behind him. Still, he couldn't stop the smile that curved the edges of his lips up as he walked through the foyer and to the wide marble staircase that led up to the second and third floor of the house.
He breezed into his bedroom but his insides were shivering and he felt all anxious. He turned to watch Yunho close and lock his bedroom door. Jaejoong watched as Yunho studied his bedroom and wondered at what he saw and tried to see his room through Yunho's eyes. Black and red comforter and pillows spread out on his queen sized bed, bare and dark wooden floor and sheer black and red curtains. If he was Yunho, he would probably be pleasantly surprised at the neatness of his room.
Jaejoong sighed, he didn't look like it, but he liked things to be clean around him. He thought his room was a reflection of himself, a dark elegance; minimal in appearance, since he didn't care for clutter.
Jaejoong walked over to the set of padded chairs in black suede, stripping down to his boxer briefs as he went. Sitting, he watched as Yunho walked towards him, his eyes glued to that amazing body and he felt his body react to what he found to be incredibly arousing and Yunho wasn't even naked yet.
His eyes met Yunho's and Jaejoong shivered as he saw raw need in Yunho's eyes, his face flushed with arousal.
Jaejoong couldn't remember the last time someone looked at him like that. Couldn't remember ever feeling this hot and horny with anyone except with Yunho.
It was an exciting thrill that raced down his spine as Yunho slipped his t-shirt off, letting Jaejoong see his firm chest and muscled abs. As Yunho reached for the button and fly of his pants, Jaejoong quickly swatted his hands away, sliding out of the chair and to his knees, Jaejoong reached up and undid the clasp of Yunho's pants himself, his fingers stiff and cool. He let a finger slip between the teeth of the zipper and with slight pressure, he slowly pressed his finger down unzipping Yunho's pants as he went. Jaejoong lifted his eyes back up to Yunho as his fingertip lightly grazed across Yunho's hidden hardness.
With his eyes connected to Yunho's, Jaejoong leaned forward, his lips ghosting over the hot skin just below Yunho's bellybutton. He pressed his open lips to Yunho and Jaejoong felt like his lips were being burned from Yunho's heat. Even as his body shook from waiting, he could hear Yunho's low moan from above.
Resting his chin on Yunho's stomach looking up, Jaejoong slid his hands around Yunho's hips to the back of his loosened pants, sliding into his underwear and with a shove, pushed the material down over his hips. Jaejoong leaned back so Yunho could step out of his jeans and briefs, and he sucked in a breath. Yunho was more than Jaejoong remembered, his breath stuttered out of him as he reached out for Yunho's cock. It was heavy and long in his palms. The shaft thick, the cap mushroomed shaped and wide blushing a deep red. The skin stretching as his cock grew longer, curving up like how he remembered the last time.
Jaejoong gulped as he studied it. He had wondered the last time what it would feel like to have Yunho in his mouth. In fact before last weekend with Yunho, Jaejoong had dreamed about going down a guy. The guy was faceless, his cock nondescript and that had suited Jaejoong just fine as he dreamed of sucking that faceless guy off. But, since Yunho, the faceless guy in his dreams would suddenly morph into Yunho. It would be Yunho's face above him and his cock in his mouth. Those dreams had left Jaejoong waking up hard as a rock, horny with no outlet but his hands, because girls were suddenly a turn off to him and he didn't want any other guy but Yunho. His showers had been his chosen spot to relieve himself as he imagined Yunho in front of him sucking him off and behind him fucking him into his shower wall. These dreams and the waking up only to have to find release in his shower didn't help his anger as the week went by with no word from Yunho, if anything they only fueled his anger towards the other.
Now with Yunho's hot cock in his hand, he wanted it in his mouth. He wanted to know how Yunho tasted; wanted to know if he could make Yunho feel like Yunho had made him feel. Like the sun had exploded, like he had been burning from the inside. Each draw from Yunho's mouth had taken a part of his soul, eating him like a hungry soul-eater.
As he lowered his head and started to guide Yunho to his open mouth, he felt hands on his shoulders pushing him back.
Yunho was gazing down at him, his eyes heavy, “No.”
Jaejoong licked his lips before answering, “Why?” He whispered.
“You're not ready. I don't think you'll like it.” The way Yunho was looking at him, Jaejoong knew that Yunho wanted him to.
“I'll never know if I don't experience it.” Jaejoong muttered and before Yunho could dissuade him, he tasted the head of Yunho's cock with his tongue.
Jaejoong drew his head back and lightly bit his lip as he tugged on Yunho's swollen cock.
He liked the feel of Yunho's cock in his hands, he liked the heft of it, the heat coming off it.
With that single little taste of Yunho on his tongue, he was urgent for another taste so Jaejoong's hand drew down Yunho's length, his head swooping in and taking Yunho into his mouth.
Jaejoong stilled, holding the hot pulsing cock in his mouth, he tasted salt and Yunho, not as bad a taste as he thought it would be, but then Yunho wasn't coming yet.
Not knowing how to give head, but having it done to him plenty of times, Jaejoong started slowly. Drawing his mouth up to the very tip, he sucked as he went, releasing and descending just as slowly taking in as much as he could until he was just about to gag.
Jaejoong smirked when he heard Yunho's loud drawn out moan and he knew he was doing something right. It felt good knowing that he was making Yunho feel good. But, Jaejoong wanted Yunho to feel more than good, more than great. Jaejoong wanted Yunho to feel like he would never receive another blow job as good as this one. And no, Jaejoong didn't want to think about the jealous stab that darted right into his heart at Yunho getting this kind of treatment from anyone but him. Jaejoong didn't want to think about anything but what he was doing in that moment and time, any other thought could be put off to later where he could examine it better, if at all.
Jaejoong's eyes drifted shut as he gave his everything in giving Yunho all he had. He didn't know if it was just instinct or what as his jaw dropped open wider and his throat relaxed so he could take more cock in. His hands tugged just as feverishly as he sucked trying to bring Yunho off in his mouth, to get to know what it tasted like to have another guy’s, Yunho's fluid spread over his tongue.
Then Jaejoong got his taste. More than just a mere taste, it was a flood of bitter liquid that rushed into his mouth, over his tongue and down his throat making Jaejoong gag as he quickly worked to swallow it.
Jaejoong's face scrunched at the flavor and texture of Yunho's cum. Still swallowing and working spit into his mouth to clean it of the bitterness, Jaejoong let Yunho's cock slip from his mouth.
As he glanced up at Yunho's pleasured face, Jaejoong felt pleased himself. Happy that he was able to make Yunho feel good.
He liked sucking on Yunho's cock, but he was torn over having swallowed his cum. He wasn't too sure if he liked the bitter taste or how it felt in his mouth. He guessed he would have to do it a few more times to form an opinion on how well he liked or disliked it or if he would even be one to spit or swallow. He knew that right now he wanted other things, one being that he wanted to be inside of Yunho.
Jaejoong rose to his feet as he placed his hands on Yunho's lean hips, he pushed him backwards towards his bed. With an impish grin he gave Yunho a small shove and watched as his lover sprawled across his bed. Yunho scooted back and rested against the pillows as Jaejoong pushed his boxers off and followed after him.
As Jaejoong slid up Yunho's body, he felt his sensitive cock rub up against Yunho's hair roughened thigh and he couldn't suppress the low groan that slipped out. As he moaned, Yunho moaned at Jaejoong rubbing his body against his. Jaejoong found all that moaning sinfully erotic. This eroticism was heightened by Jaejoong's arousal and the lingering doubts and there had been a little one clinging onto him, vanished away.
Moving up, he covered Yunho's deeply tanned body with his own and Jaejoong could see the contrast; the pale and the dark. A hardened-muscle body lying under a toned one.
Jaejoong studied Yunho's features and found that he liked the others classical handsomeness compared to his own more effeminate countenance. Not that Jaejoong thought that he looked feminine, to his own thinking; he was an understated manliness that others just overlooked. He was strong, yes, he had beaten a few asses, he wasn't being egoistic about it and he knew he was a strong guy. He knew that he looked a lot weaker than he really was, but that didn't keep the ladies away or the guys who had dared to approach him, some even saying that they had been attracted to his more feminine side and they hadn't lasted too long.
Jaejoong pushed such thoughts from his mind and licked his lips before lowering his head and sealing Yunho's mouth with his. Last time Yunho had been in control, this time he wanted full and complete control of every inch of Yunho.
Jaejoong grinned against Yunho's mouth as he felt Yunho buck up against him.
“Growing impatient Yunho?” Jaejoong muttered against Yunho's lips.
“Oh god, you have no idea. I've been dreaming of you fucking me; of having your long big cock inside me filling me up,” Yunho groaned out as Jaejoong moved his mouth down to Yunho's neck, licking a wide wet path up to his ear, nibbling at the sensitive redden skin.
“Well baby, I'm about to make all your hot dreams come true.”
Yunho rocked his pelvis against Jaejoong's showing how much of a cock-whore he would be for him that night.
“Come on Jaejoong, I can't wait any longer. Wanted you far too long.”
Jaejoong kissed Yunho once more before leaning over him to grab a condom and lube. Setting the condom aside, Jaejoong opened the bottle of lube and coated his fingers before closing the cap and setting the bottle aside until he needed it again.
Looking down at Yunho through lust blown eyes, he sat up on his knees and watched as Yunho spread his open his legs as far as he could get them. Reaching his hand under Yunho's already drawed up sack, Jaejoong found Yunho's entrance and slowly probed the sensitive spot. Massaging the tight opening with the pad of his finger until it relaxed a bit, he slipped the tip of finger through. And there in just that one little move Jaejoong knew that he was really going to like topping Yunho. The more Yunho relaxed, the more he slid his finger in. Remembering the painful burn from when Yunho fucked him that first time, Jaejoong was trying to be gentle.
'Jaejoong baby, you don't have to be gentle. I've done this before and I'm about to come. Just add another finger and then I should be ready.” Jaejoong jerked his eyes from where he was watching his finger slid in and out of Yunho up to Yunho's eyes and nodded his head. Removing his finger, Jaejoong slowly reinserted two in its place and he felt Yunho's walls give after a few moments.
Yunho was ready. Jaejoong drew in a deep breath to steady his racing pulse as he reached for the condom. Ripping it open, he quickly, but carefully, rolled it down his sensitive length. He grabbed the lube and squirted more in his hand before throwing it in the corner of the bed and stroked his cock making sure to slick it up really good before he positioned himself in front of Yunho's stretched hole. Jaejoong leaned down and kissed Yunho before slowly pushing his way in, his head breaching Yunho's muscles that guarded the tender tissue within. After setting in fully, Jaejoong lifted his head and gazed down at Yunho in wonder, his eyes wide and mouth gaped open a little. He propped himself with a hand on either side of Yunho's head and very slowly slid out only to thrust back in harder. His cock rubbed the sides of Yunho's hot channel, the tip of his cock brushing over Yunho's prostate, sending pleasure throughout Yunho's receptive body.
Jaejoong flung his head back “Ohfuckgod!Yes!” rebounded off the dark walls of his bedroom.
Both of their gasping breaths echoed around them. The air grew heavy and damp as their bodies moved together. Yunho dug his nails into Jaejoong's ass, prodding him to go faster, to thrust harder and Jaejoong wasn't one to disappoint.
Jaejoong swore he was in heaven from Yunho's tight ass that just felt that good. He had never had such a responsive partner who knew how to move just right, who knew that Jaejoong would get even more excited over his partner’s loud gasps and moaning. Even Jaejoong didn't know how much Yunho being vocal in bed would turn him on. Yunho was perfect and Jaejoong couldn't seem to get in deep enough. Jaejoong pumped harder into Yunho and a light film of sweat coated his back and shoulders.
Wanting to see what his cock looked like in Yunho, Jaejoong rose up to his knees, moving Yunho's long legs to where they draped over Jaejoong's thighs. Now Jaejoong had an unobstructed beautiful view of Yunho's hole swallowing up his cock over and over as he moved inside him, making Jaejoong even more hot and horny. His hands roamed over Yunho's rocking body, up his thighs over his hips and as he slowly rubbed them up Yunho's sides. Jaejoong watched as Yunho's abs contracted and released in time to the rise and fall of his ass as he met Jaejoong thrust for thrust. Jaejoong loved how tan and ripped Yunho's stomach was, how those warm muscles felt under the palms of his hands and Jaejoong couldn't get enough of touching this man.
He threw his head back and moaned when Yunho clenched around him. At Yunho's answering groan, Jaejoong looked down into lust laden eyes. Not being able to resist any longer, Jaejoong leaned over Yunho's body and took his mouth in a hungry searing kiss. Jaejoong's groans increased as Yunho's tongue tangled with his, slipping over and under each other. His hips surged forward in a powerful push, lifting Yunho's hips up off the bed and it felt like Yunho's body was sucking him in.
Jaejoong felt the familiar burn flare up in his groin, felt the heat flow throughout the rest of his body. He concentrated in just moving his body, trying to hold off the impending orgasm racing through his body, wanting Yunho to come first. Jaejoong lifted up again and took Yunho's swollen cock in hand. As he pumped the harden cock, Jaejoong shivered at Yunho's breathy moans and loud gasps, they rolled over him like stormy waves of unrestraint sensations that beat at his already overly sensitized system until it was everything he could do to hold off.
Jaejoong gazed down at Yunho intensely as Yunho's body stiffened, his fingers grasping Jaejoong's hips like talons, sure to be leaving bruises. Yunho's cock jerked and pulsed in his hand as hot cum spurted out to cover his heaving stomach and Jaejoong's fingers.
Seeing Yunho let go, Jaejoong let his own orgasm rock through him as he gave a few more hard thrusts, Jaejoong felt his world temporary splinter as he came, his own release being caught up in the thin protective barrier wrapped around his cock.
Feeling the muscles in his thighs tremble, Jaejoong quickly dealt with the filled condom, disposing of it in the trash can beside his bed. Right before his legs gave out, he collapsed beside Yunho with a satisfied groan. Jaejoong's post orgasmic body began to relax.
“Damn, I don't think that I've ever felt as good after sex as I do with you,” Jaejoong muttered, his voice thick and hoarse.
Yunho chuckled, “Yeah, that's my special gift to you. I like knowing that I make you feel good.”
Jaejoong hummed as he felt Yunho shift beside him, then felt strong arms wrapping around him.
“It's crazy,” Jaejoong said as he rolled to his side to snuggle up to Yunho closer, throwing his arm over Yunho's side and his leg across Yunho's.
“What is?” Yunho asked and Jaejoong felt Yunho's chest rumble with each word he spoke, because that's just how close he had snuggled up to the taller man.
“I just think that if more guys knew how good and right it felt to be with another man then they wouldn't even think twice before hooking up with one.”
Yunho laughed and Jaejoong smiled at the deep sound, “Yeah, females wouldn't stand a chance of getting laid if more guys figured out that another guy knew just what they liked, knew how to touch them just so. Knew how to move their hips just a certain way to make the pleasure that much more intense. But, guys are hardheaded and let labels get in the way of what could be a great thing for them.”
Jaejoong thought how Yunho knew just where to touch him to make him feel the most pleasure. He thought about Yunho under him, clenching onto his moving cock as he fucked him. Jaejoong groaned quietly as he felt himself hardened again and he shifted his hips so he could get pressure from Yunho's thigh just where he needed it.
Yunho laughed again as he rolled Jaejoong over onto his back, his brown eyes full of mirth.
Jaejoong moaned as Yunho straddled him and leaned forward. He felt Yunho's lips as they brushed his ear, “Looks like you need me to move a certain way right now.”
Jaejoong's eyes drifted closed as he moaned out as Yunho showed him all the moves he knew.
TBC....
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