Midnight Dip
Title: Midnight Dip
Author: purplesephone
Length: One-Shot (and I apols in advance for the ending...)
Pairing: JaeMin
Genre: Fluff
Rating: A Steamy PG-13 for some language and some...fun situations.
Summary: Changmin and Jaejoong steal some alone time together in a hotel's empty pool house.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first attempt at real fan fiction, let alone a pairing like this, so please go easy on me. I've been a silent fan of the _starcandy community for a really long time and wanted to try my hand at it. Hope you enjoy! Any and all constructive criticism would be greatly encouraged -- I was a livejournal member a loooong time ago and only just not decided to make a comeback. Pls friend me and I'll friend you back. :)
Changmin looked around at the dark, nervous and anxious. His gaze shifted to the soft waves of turquoise in blue, at the in-ground pool at his feet. He kicked off his sandals and dipped one foot in. It was in between too damn cold and fucking frigid. He shivered.
“Are you almost ready?” he voiced louder, toward the inside of the shower room.
“Yeah,” came a muffled response.
Sparing one backward glance, he reached down with both hands on the hem of his shirt and pulled upwards, tossing the material in a heap on the floor, kicking his sandals closer to it and away from the water’s edge as a precaution. He walked over to the ladder inward and steeled himself before climbing down and in, shivering and shuddering with each movement. He finally couldn’t bear it anymore and groaned out loud.
“It’s fucking cold,” he moaned, loud enough for the empty room to hear.
“Really?” came his invisible companion's reply, slightly nonplussed.
In an attempt to get warmer, he forced himself to dive under. Breaching the surface, he shook back his hair as the water clung to it, forcing it back into its natural state of wavy and fluffy and embarrassing. Oh well.
He continued swimming until he heard an almost feminine gasp behind him and he spun around. Jaejoong was standing there, dipping his (much smaller, much more pedicured and overall much cuter foot) into the water just as he’d done and had recoiled just as he’d done. He looked up at him, smiling, bemused.
“So cold,” he mumbled, pouting, his brow furrowed.
“I told you.”
It was then that Changmin's eyes caught up with the rest of the situation, as the older boy tugged on the ever white robe he was wearing in his semi-modesty, revealing ever-so-much creamy white skin it was almost suffocating at first glance. Changmin's eyes were drawn to what lied underneath that thing. It somehow was different than any swimsuit he'd ever seen. This was purple, and small. And hugged Jaejoong's body in ways that Changmin himself could never pull off in a similar fashion and --
He had to look away.
Just then he heard the crumple of the clothing hitting pavement. He looked up again and regretted it.
Jaejoong stood there, in that sole piece of material, his arms outstretched to the handles of the ladder, mumbling to himself. He dipped the other foot in now and recoiled instantly, shuddering. His much paler skin rose in gooseflesh that Changmin could see from here, three meters away. He pouted again.
“Why is it so cold? I told you this was a bad idea.”
Changmin wanted to respond in kind. Really, he did. But his eyes were too busy embarassedly roaming the expanse of skin that was so willingly exposed to him, to his eyes only as they were the only ones around. He was drawn to his flat stomach, his belly button, that material that encircled his hips, presenting his porcelain skin like a ribbon wrapping, like a present meant just for Changmin except it wasn’t his birthday or Christmas or -
“Hello? Are you even listening? You’re going to drown, you know!” Jaejoong ground out in obvious frustration. Changmin's eyes snapped up to his at that, and he saw his hyung melt into a knowing smirk. “I really hate you sometimes,” he stated simply.
“Why?”
“It’s just a bathing suit, Changmin.”
“No, actually, it’s not. Good thing we’re alone.”
He smiled despite himself. “It looks okay?” Changmin huffed, his head fuzzy. “I bought it special last summer. I never got to wear it before now.”
“That is good to hear.”
“Why?”
“Because."
"Because why?"
"Because it might as well have my name written in its seam. No one else should see you in that. It’s too -“
“Too what?” Jaejoong grinned. He was enjoying this.
Alright, so was Changmin. “Please, just come into the water.”
“It’s too cold,” the older boy pouted for what felt like the eightyth time today.
“Don’t whine,” Changmin scolded with a hidden grin as he made a few strides toward him. “Don’t make me throw you in.”
Jaejoong's eyes turned feral, joining in on Changmin's game willingly. “You wouldn’t dare.”
He exhaled sharply. “You’re right. But I could just do this.” He splashed some of the cold water up at him, and the droplets clung to his shoulders, stomach and knees, like diamonds as he shrieked, “Shim Changmin, stop it, right now!”
“Say my name louder please, next time.” He really glared at him for that. Changmin wasn't sure where he got his courage from but he was reveling its newfound arrival. He made another stride closer, then stared upward as he clung to the edge, gazing at him.
“Jaejoong Hyung,” he said softly, and he leaned forward, acting before thinking and kissed his knee reverently. He jerked back slightly but didn’t pull away. Emboldened, Changmin's hands were drawn to Jaejoong's ankles like magnets.
He didn't react this time. “You’re freezing cold, Min-ah. You’re going to get pneumonia or some shit like that." For effect, he shuddered again and Changmin bit back a chuckle at his penchant for the dramatic. "Isn’t there a sauna around here?” Jaejoong looked around in obvious disappointment.
“It’s really not that bad once you get in and start moving around.”
“Easy for you to say.”
Changmin jerked his hands like he was going to pull him in by the ankles. Of course he wouldn’t, if he had, he’d fall flat backward and probably knock himself unconscious knowing how clumsy he is. Jaejoong didn’t like his fake out, though -- not one bit.
“Stop, stop!” he kicked one foot out of the younger boy's grasp, and waved it in front of his face with the small tug of a grin. Changmin opened his mouth like he was going to bite him and he retreated.
“Just jump in. I’ll catch you.”
Jaejoong laughed at that one. "Oh-Kay," he puffed in English, sarcasm dripping in droves.
“C'mon. Get it over with.” When Jaejoong chose not to respond like the petulant child he could sometimes be, Changmin attempted a different tact. “Hyung, my blood temperature’s dropping. If you don’t save me, I might die.” He pouted as cutely as he could muster. And that was really saying something.
Jaejoong bit his lip and sighed, giving in. “Fine.”
He scooped one foot down, submerging it slowly until it sat on the first rung of the ladder. He shivered animatedly and if it weren't for his body going up in goosebumps again, Changmin would have been sure he was just putting on a show to garner sympathy. He watched, continually fascinated. Jaejoong continued this pattern painfully slowly until he was up to his knees and still clinging to the ladder railing for dear life.
Changmin ducked down, blowing bubbles in the water before returning to standing position and huffed. “We don’t have all night, you know.”
“Don’t rush me,” Jaejoong ground out in a deeper voice.
“Hyung,” Changmin teased, echoing Jaejoong's deep timbre, his voice growing husky. He outstretched his arms.
“No, don’t! You’re so cold!”
But Changmin didn’t listen and put both hands on Jaejoong's abnormally tiny waist. He figured he’d forgive him in a few minutes anyway. Jaejoong sucked in air from the shock of the cold and as he gained back his breath, Changmin bent his knees a bit and captured his lips with his own. Eventually he let go of his death grip on the metal bars and leaned into the younger boy, allowing the stress of the day to finally leave his immediate thought space, his arms clinging to the broad shoulders splayed in front of him for support.
As the kiss ended, they stared at each other, suddenly serious.
“Jump down. I won’t let go,” Changmin said softly.
Jaejoong smiled, staring at his ardent baby face. “Your lips are turning blue.”
Changmin's eyes flashed back to playful in an instant. “Are not.”
“Are too. I’m not joking.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
Jaejoong sighed, willingly sacrificing the banter and jumped down, the water rising to the top of his rib cage when it sat just below Min's. He shuddered again and clung to him, staring at the water droplets that hugged his browned skin in a tantalizing way.
“So cold,” he wavered once more since he found it difficult to speak at all at this close a distance. He straightened up eventually and tucked his hair back behind his ears absently. In an attempt to calm the nerves he didn't want to admit to, he stated, “I’m practically submerged and its at your waist.”
Changmin smiled but didn't respond in kind. “Just go under. It makes it more bareable.”
“Not in a million years,” he insisted. “It gets in my ears and I can’t get it out for a week. No.”
“Fine,” the younger shrugged, leaning back and paddling away. “Have it your way.”
Jaejoong walked toward him, the water rising exponentially until he suddenly stopped.
“What?”
“Come back,” he said softly. It wasn’t a command. It was more like a warbling.
Changmin swam back to him immediately, obedient but confused, before realizing, Jaejoong couldn’t go any further without his toes touching the pool’s bottom or becoming completely submerged. He smiled at his cuteness. “You can’t swim, Hyung?”
“No, I can,” he insisted. “I just thought we came here to be alone…and away from everyone else…” he trailed off, his face turning slightly pinkish despite himself.
"Away from everyone else would be the definition of alone," Changmin nodded, smirking slightly. Leave it to him to be a smartass when Jaejoong attempts to put himself out there.
But then Changmin smiled, and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the pool's edge a meter or so up from where they started so Jaejoong had more leverage. “Better?” he asked sincerely, and all was forgiven.
Jaejoong nodded. He let his hand fall out of the taller's own embrace and travel up to cinnamon-dusted shoulders again. “You still feel cold. Are you cold?”
Changmin shrugged. “A little bit. Seeing you in that helped.” Jaejoong soundly thwacked him on the upper arm as he chuckled. “Hey, I’m being honest!”
“Well, I’m still freezing,” Jaejoong said softly. His bottom lip quavering slightly wasn't even an effect -- this water was downright frigid. “Do you think you can help me with that?”
Changmin's face betrayed a degree of rose coloring, and his eyes squinted in his smile, all mismatched and dreamy. Jaejoong felt his hands grab his exposed hips underneath the surface greedily, dragging him closer and eliminating what little space left that separated them. “I wouldn’t mind trying. But next time, maybe if you tried wearing an actual bathing suit, rather than going naked, you wouldn’t be as cold.”
Jaejoong hushed him, glaring, centimeters away from the other's face. “I suppose so, but then you’d be cold, so we’d be back at square one, wouldn't we?”
Changmin chuckled, fingering the material in his hands before pulling him square into his embrace and diving in for another kiss. And another and another. And another.
Jaejoong's arms flew round his shoulders as Changmin leaned against the pool’s side, his legs planted forward a bit so he was closer to the older boy's height. He felt his thigh brush against his beneath the surface and Jaejoong leaned against his chest again, the feel of cold, bare, wet skin against cold, bare, wet skin still sending up sparks. He gasped against his mouth and Changmin swallowed it, greedily, his lips slipping to his exposed neck.
“Do I feel warmer now?” he murmured against his skin and Jaejoong nodded slowly, his eyes shut. “Do you feel warmer?” Jaejoong smiled then and nodded faster.
He continued to finger the soft fabric that concealed him from Changmin's eyes and he hummed softly. “Purple’s my favorite color.”
“I know,” Jaejoong said thickly, his voice husky, inches from Changmin's ear.