Spring
Yunho closes his eyes and breathes deep.
There are flowers in the air.
He opens his eyes and gazes as the blue sky, and he has that silly, giddy feeling that anything is possible.
He sees a lone, pearly white cloud in the distance and smiles; maybe it’s soft and takes like sugar.
Jaejoong sits next to him on the bench swing and drapes a small blanket over their laps against the slight breeze.
Yunho drapes an arm over his shoulder, and his mind is at peace, and he leans his head back and turns slightly to gaze at him.
Just gaze.
One of them begins to gently rock the swing.
Yunho sees warm, brown eyes that sparkle. Always sparkle.
He sees hair so pure and black that it’s almost blue where the sunlight touches it. He vaguely wonders why anyone ever wanted to dye it something false.
He sees full, slightly puckered lips that look a little pale today, pink rather than red. They make him think of sweet things, and he smiles.
Jaejoong is warm under his arm, and he smells a little bit like vanilla, a little bit like spring, and a lot like home.
When Yunho kisses him, it’s not planned. Not at all.
It’s just natural.
He touches his lips, so gently, to those supple pink ones, and his toes tingle a little bit.
He feels weightless, like the breeze is already carrying him far, far away into the blue and the sun and the sweet clouds…
He feels Jaejoong respond; a subtle parting of the lips, a hint of warm breath as he sighs soundlessly against his mouth…
Yunho reaches a hand to his cheek, fingers tracing along silky skin, and some small sounds escapes his throat as their tongues connect, moving together so slowly, reveling in the taste of each other.
There is soft music in the air. Jaejoong is humming.
Yunho opens his mouth wider and slowly, so slowly, swallows Jaejoong’s lips and tongue and breath and song, and the notes flow into him and his cells feel like they’re singing.
He moans, low, long, into that sweet cavern and feels Jaejoong’s hands tangle in his hair and pull him impossibly closer.
He hooks an arm under slim legs and drapes them over his own with ease.
He is almost fully leaning over Jaejoong now, and they are still kissing, still rocking gently back and forth, fingers caressing, legs tangling, sometimes sighing, sometimes humming, sometimes moaning…
This is not like Yunho, and he realizes it. If it were any other day, any other place, any other moment, maybe he wouldn’t even dream of doing this.
But it’s now, and it’s spring, and there are flowers in the air, and there is music in his soul, and Jaejoong is warm and sweet against him, and there’s a cloud that maybe tastes like sugar, and he’s just living, and feeling, and loving, and today anything, everything is possible.
There are flowers in the air.
He opens his eyes and gazes as the blue sky, and he has that silly, giddy feeling that anything is possible.
He sees a lone, pearly white cloud in the distance and smiles; maybe it’s soft and takes like sugar.
Jaejoong sits next to him on the bench swing and drapes a small blanket over their laps against the slight breeze.
Yunho drapes an arm over his shoulder, and his mind is at peace, and he leans his head back and turns slightly to gaze at him.
Just gaze.
One of them begins to gently rock the swing.
Yunho sees warm, brown eyes that sparkle. Always sparkle.
He sees hair so pure and black that it’s almost blue where the sunlight touches it. He vaguely wonders why anyone ever wanted to dye it something false.
He sees full, slightly puckered lips that look a little pale today, pink rather than red. They make him think of sweet things, and he smiles.
Jaejoong is warm under his arm, and he smells a little bit like vanilla, a little bit like spring, and a lot like home.
When Yunho kisses him, it’s not planned. Not at all.
It’s just natural.
He touches his lips, so gently, to those supple pink ones, and his toes tingle a little bit.
He feels weightless, like the breeze is already carrying him far, far away into the blue and the sun and the sweet clouds…
He feels Jaejoong respond; a subtle parting of the lips, a hint of warm breath as he sighs soundlessly against his mouth…
Yunho reaches a hand to his cheek, fingers tracing along silky skin, and some small sounds escapes his throat as their tongues connect, moving together so slowly, reveling in the taste of each other.
There is soft music in the air. Jaejoong is humming.
Yunho opens his mouth wider and slowly, so slowly, swallows Jaejoong’s lips and tongue and breath and song, and the notes flow into him and his cells feel like they’re singing.
He moans, low, long, into that sweet cavern and feels Jaejoong’s hands tangle in his hair and pull him impossibly closer.
He hooks an arm under slim legs and drapes them over his own with ease.
He is almost fully leaning over Jaejoong now, and they are still kissing, still rocking gently back and forth, fingers caressing, legs tangling, sometimes sighing, sometimes humming, sometimes moaning…
This is not like Yunho, and he realizes it. If it were any other day, any other place, any other moment, maybe he wouldn’t even dream of doing this.
But it’s now, and it’s spring, and there are flowers in the air, and there is music in his soul, and Jaejoong is warm and sweet against him, and there’s a cloud that maybe tastes like sugar, and he’s just living, and feeling, and loving, and today anything, everything is possible.