I Swear I'll Melt...
I Swear I’ll Melt…
"She's pretty."
"Have you looked in a mirror lately?"
"I'm serious, Yunho-ah."
"So am I."
"She's a girl."
"Why is that relevant?"
"I'm not."
"I'm aware."
"Your parents would like her."
"My parents like you."
"As your friend."
"Funny you should mention that, because if I ever introduced her to my parents, that's all she would be, a friend."
"You like her."
"Again, she's a friend."
"You were touching her."
"I'm coming home now."
"No, don't. Yunho -” Jaejoong protests, but the line is already dead. TVXQ’s lead singer glares at his cell phone, then his computer screen, and curses whatever bug bit him in the butt and convinced him that it would be okay to just have a tiny peek at Yunho's promotional pictures with Go Ara. "Changmin-ah." Jaejoong whines, turning to the maknae lounging on the couch beside him.
"I told you not to do it." Changmin says, turning a page in his novel.
“What? Call Yunho or look at the pictures?”
“Both.”
Jaejoong makes a face and closes his laptop. "Well, it doesn’t matter now, since Yunho's coming home."
"Well, isn't that what you wanted?"
"No." Jaejoong denies weakly. Changmin's eyebrows rise above his book and Jaejoong shifts uneasily, sticking his tongue out at the other man.
"Enough said." Changmin smirks.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore." Jaejoong states loftily, sliding his laptop onto the coffee table and standing up. He tosses a couch cushion at Changmin’s head then sprints off down the hall to find someone who cares, while Changmin's offended scream sounds out behind him.
"Yoochunnie!" Jaejoong cries, bursting into the music room where the other man is busy fiddling at the keyboard. "Yunho’s coming home."
"Oh, good." Yoochun pauses, writing something down in his song book, before glancing up briefly at Jaejoong. "I want him to listen to this."
"Well, I want you to listen to me." Jaejoong retorts.
"Listening." Yoochun promises, going right back to his piano
"Did you see the pictures of Yunho and Go Ara?"
"The promo pics for Heading to the Ground? Yeah, they look good together."
"You're the suckiest soulmate ever, Yoochunnie."
Yoochun only laughs at that. "Ask me what you and Yunho-hyung look like together."
Jaejoong hesitates, but he really wants to know. "What do Yunho and I look like together?"
"Complete."
Jaejoong feels his eyes sting with affection. "I love you."
"That's 'cause I'm the bestest soulmate ever. Now go get Junsu for me. I need his voice."
Jaejoong nods obligingly, already in a better mood, and heads off in search of TVXQ's adorable tenor. Junsu’s in his room on his computer, shooting zombies and cackling hysterically.
"Junsu-yah, Yoochunnie wants you in the music room."
Junsu turns away from his game to blink over at Jaejoong in exaggerated innocence. "But he's already had me there."
Jaejoong trips over his own feet and falls, gaping at Junsu and feeling completely scandalized. "Su!"
"Just kidding!" Junsu laughs, eu kyang kyang, and bounces out of the room.
Jaejoong makes a mental note to speak to Yoochun and Changmin about their bad influence on Junsu and is so busy muttering to himself that he doesn’t even realize there’s another presence in the room until after he feels hands under his arms, lifting him up, and throwing him over a broad shoulder. The only person strong enough to pick him up like he weighs nothing, the only person who would dare, is Yunho.
"Yunho-ah!" He screams, beating his fist against Yunho’s back, but stops once he realizes he’s wrinkling Yunho's shiny black suit. What? It's a really nice suit, and Yunho looks really nice in it. Instead, he screams for help. "Put me down! Junsu-yah! Yoochunnie! Changmin-ah!"
"They're all under strict instructions not to interfere." Yunho comments smugly.
Jaejoong pouts and screams again. "Fine! See if I cook for any of you in the near future!"
"You will, because this has nothing to do with them. This is about us." Yunho states firmly, finally setting Jaejoong on his feet.
Jaejoong huffs and brushes his hair impatiently out of his eyes, looking around. "We're in the bathroom."
"I know." Yunho acknowledges, closing and locking the bathroom door behind him.
"Well what are we doing here?" Jaejoong demands irritably.
"Settling this." Yunho say. He turns Jaejoong to face the large mirror above the sink and looms behind the smaller man. “You said I was touching her. How?”
“You - you know how, Yunho-ah.” Jaejoong stutters out, reminded once again of just how much bigger Yunho is compared to him.
“Show me.” Yunho demands.
There’s a warning tingle skittering just below the surface of Jaejoong’s skin and along his nerves. You do not say “no” to Yunho when he uses that voice, not if you know what’s good for you. Jaejoong swallows slightly at the unfathomable look in Yunho’s eyes and hastens to obey. He pulls the leader to stand next to him and then tugs Yunho’s left arm up behind his back, curling Yunho’s longer fingers around his left bicep. Jaejoong’s shifts his own position until their turned toward each other and…fine!
Fine, fine, FINE!!!
Jaejoong glances sideways at the mirror and grimaces at the reflection of him and Yunho standing there, because there is nothing wrong with this pose. A hundred different co-stars in a hundred different dramas have all posed this way before. Jaejoong, himself, is not an exception.
“Like this?” Yunho asks with eyebrows raised.
Jaejoong nods, feeling like an idiot. He lifts his head and is about to admit as much when Yunho’s grip on his arm tightens and the other man’s free hand steals under Jaejoong’s shirt and up the flat plane of his stomach; elegant fingers massaging and plucking Jaejoong’s nipples into hard buds.
“But not like this?” Yunho blows a heated breath across the tip of Jaejoong’s right ear.
Jaejoong’s eyes startle back to the mirror and he knows what the look on Yunho’s face is now. It’s lust. Yunho bites his earlobe, then soothes it with his tongue, sucking and licking, eyes never leaving Jaejoong’s in the mirror. There’s a sharp pinch and twist to Jaejoong’s left nipple and the flat press of a tongue to his neck as Yunho laps at the throbbing beat of his pulse in greedy pleasure. Jaejoong trembles at the dual attack, his knees buckling just like that.
“Oh, no, baby.” Yunho says, catching Jaejoong in strong arms and hauling him upright again. Yunho moves behind the smaller man and allows Jaejoong to lean back against him for support. “I asked you a question and I want an answer. Did I touch her like this?”
Both of Yunho’s hands are at the hem of his shirt now, tugging the material up, fingernails scrapping lightly at every bit of skin being revealed. Jaejoong lifts his arms automatically, letting Yunho strip his top bare.
“I’m waiting, Jaejoongie.” Yunho nips at Jaejoong’s shoulder, eyes dark and intense and locked on Jaejoong’s flushed face.
“No.” Jaejoong pants out.
“No, what?” Yunho presses two palms to Jaejoong’s chest, slides them firmly down Jaejoong’s torso and teases just along the edge of Jaejoong’s jeans.
“No, you didn’t…touch her like this.” Jaejoong’s breath hitches dangerously as Yunho zips his jeans open and pushes the denim down.
“And why is that?” Yunho’s lips move down his neck, tongue coming out to lick meticulously, and Jaejoong breaks out in goose bumps, tiny prickles all along his skin.
“Because…” One hard suck just below his collar bone and Jaejoong can’t think any more as Yunho’s fingers trail under the elastic band of his underwear. My gosh, he can barely breathe. “Yunho.” He whimpers.
“Because, why, baby?” Yunho presses, fingers just grazing the tip of his sex, so close to where Jaejoong needs to feel it, then retreating.
“Because…”
Then finally Yunho’s fingers wrap like a vice around his cock in all the right ways and Jaejoong’s eyes flash enough fire to match the inferno in Yunho’s own.
“Because you’re mine.”
“That’s right.” Yunho smirks, tightening his grip, making Jaejoong arch and groan. “And you're mine.”
The taller man leans over to capture Jaejoong’s mouth in a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue, and Jaejoong doesn’t care, he just wants more. He can feel the hard length of Yunho’s arousal nestled between his butt cheeks and he pushes back. He rocks his hips, rubbing against the throbbing heat and he…just…wants…more.
Yunho’s hands leave Jaejoong’s aching length to catch at Jaejoong’s waist and still the movement of his hips. “Hands on the sink.” The leader orders.
A disgruntled groan leaves Jaejoong’s mouth, but he complies. He would do anything right now, just to get Yunho’s hands back to where he wants them the most.
“Leave them there.” Yunho commands. “Don’t take your eyes off the mirror. You don’t get to touch and you don’t get to look away until I say so, is that understood, baby?”
Jaejoong’s mouth goes dry as he stares into the mirror, not daring to so much as blink. Yunho’s eyes are narrowed into fine slits, mouth set in a hard line, that leader-shi voice enough to make whatever blood Jaejoong had left in his head pool all the way down to his groin and have it hardening even more in anticipation.
“Jaejoongie, I’m waiting.”
“Yes.” Jaejoong hisses, as Yunho’s hands tug down the last bit of clothing Jaejoong is wearing. “I understand.”
“Good.” Yunho smirks, while his hands creep slowly back up Jaejoong’s thighs in a too light caress, he cups Jaejoong’s balls, squeezes then releases, squeezes then releases. The rhythm is maddening and not nearly enough. “This is your punishment for ever thinking I could want anyone else but you…like this.”
“Yunho, please.” Jaejoong cries.
“I want you to see us together.” Yunho’s eyes are half-lidded, desire clear in every line of his face, in the shallowness of his breaths, in the low pitch of his voice. “I want you to see the way I look at you.” Fingers finally find their way back to Jaejoong’s arousal, rubbing at the pre-cum weeping from the tip. The leader coats his fingers and rings them back around Jaejoong’s sex, one smooth stroke down before tightening his grip and stroking back up with a twist of his wrist. “The way I touch you.”
Jaejoong can already feel it, that ache pooling low in his belly, spreading with every swipe of Yunho’s fists up and down.
“I want you to see the way you respond to me.” Yunho grinds his still clothed-erection against the cleft of Jaejoong’s rear.
Jaejoong shudders. It starts in his fingers, quakes up his arms and down his back, and goes strait to his heart. This is possession on the fullest level. He can’t look away. He can only see from his waist up in the bathroom mirror, but it’s more than enough. His pale skin, flushed pink with desire, a stark contrast to the backdrop of Yunho’s black suit. The low sheen of sweat under the bathroom lights casts a glow over Jaejoong’s skin, like he’s burning from the inside out.
“I love the way you respond to me.” Yunho grins, the promise of sex and love in that smile, and Jaejoong can’t help but groan in response.
Jaejoong thrusts himself further into Yunho’s hand; he wants to speed up the tempo. A plaintive whimper escapes between his lips. “Yunho, faster.”
“Bad boys don’t get to make demands here, baby, you know that.”
Yunho just continues in that same maddeningly slow pace, as he kisses and nips and licks at the back of Jaejoong’s neck. His mouth roaming all along the smaller man’s shoulders and down his spine. Yunho maps the smooth expanse of Jaejoong’s skin with lips and teeth and tongue. But only enough to create sensation - shivers of need in the lead singer’s chest - never enough to leave a mark. Jaejoong hates that, sometimes. He hates how careful they have to be, even here, in their most private time together.
He wishes Yunho would mark him.
Yunho’s grip tightens on Jaejoong’s cock, the fingers of his other hand playing past the lead singer’s scrotum, then further under, until he finds the small puckered hole of Jaejoong’s entrance, tracing around it with care. The digits are dry, but it doesn’t matter, since Yunho’s already triggered a fine layer of perspiration across Jaejoong’s entire body. And it’s enough, more than, to offer Yunho the lubrication needed to finally slip one finger inside. Two.
“Please.” Jaejoong moans helplessly and thanks all the powers that be for blessing Yunho with a tall frame, extensive arm reach, and long, long fingers. “Yunho. More." One-word sentence structures and guttural notes sounding from his throat in helpless bliss, this is what Yunho has reduced him to. “Want you.”
“That’s the whole point, Jaejoongie.” Yunho nuzzles the side of his neck with soft lips. Just one more sensation heaped upon the many to drive Jaejoong over the edge. “You always have me.”
There’s smooth heat in the front, Yunho’s right hand jacking Jaejoong off, tension escalating in glorious measure. There’s pressure in the back, as Yunho grinds his pulsing heat against Jaejoong again and again, the slick fabric of Yunho’s pants sliding against Jaejoong’s skin like kisses. And there’s that wonderfully slow burn of friction inside as Yunho works another finger into Jaejoong’s entrance and pushes deeper, closer and closer to his sweet spot.
Jaejoong is going to come from this alone. With Yunho’s hands on him and in him, Yunho’s lips sealing him, and Yunho’s eyes never leaving him.
Yunho. Yunho. Yunho.
Jaejoong has a moment of revelation just before he hits orgasm…that Yunho has already marked him. Carved the name, Jung Yunho, into every bit of Jaejoong’s heart and soul. The Leader’s claim on him is irrefutable. Jaejoong glides down from his high with Yunho still surrounding him. He languishes in his lover’s embrace, spent and sated.
Yunho lifts Jaejoong once again, bridle style, and lowers his head to take Jaejoong’s lips in a searing kiss, soft lips and demanding tongue. Jaejoong doesn’t even realize they’re moving until Yunho sets him back down on the ground in the shower. The water is pouring down on them before Jaejoong can even react, warm and soothing.
Jaejoong blinks, because Yunho is still fully clothed.
“Yunho-ah, your suit -”
Yunho shuts him up with another kiss, tongue tracing across Jaejoong’s lower lip before dipping inside the moist cavern of Jaejoong’s mouth.
“I love you.” Yunho whispers into Jaejoong’s mouth. “I love you.”
Jaejoong breaks the kiss, his eyes finding Yunho’s and holding. “I know. I was being stupid earlier. I’m sorry.”
Yunho smirks slyly, loosening his tie and slipping it over his head. “I’m not.” He says, his mouth back on Jaejoong’s skin, trailing down the slope of Jaejoong’s throat.
Jaejonog tilts his head back to give Yunho better access, grinning. His hands come up to push Yunho’s wet coat off, moving swiftly on to the row of buttons on Yunho’s dress shirt.
“Yeah, me neither.” Jaejoong agrees and bares Yunho’s chest with one hard tug. He places his mouth just over the beating of Yunho’s heart, and writes out the name, Kim Jaejoong, with his tongue. Yunho’s hands find their way into his hair and Jaejoong grins, moving lower. He loves the way Yunho moans above him and has big plans on staking a claim of his own.
I’m pretty sure this sucked, so any constructive criticism or suggestions would be greatly appreciated, because I have plans for Remind Me that includes a smut chapter, and I would like to improve in this genre before then. Thank you!!
Also, I have not been idle all this time ~ give me a few minutes to answer comments and then I'll post the last two chapters of the first part of Remind Me. I think I'm going to cry, I'm so happy to be back.