Power Play
Title: Power Play
Author: purplesephone
Length: One-Shot
Pairing: JaeMin
Genre: Steamy...Almost Smut.
Rating: A Steamy R (ooh snap!) for coarse language and some...fun situations.
Summary: He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the feeling of watching Changmin lose his control because of him, because when he felt himself slipping, it made him feel better to know he wasn’t the only one. He knew that was backwards logic, but he didn’t care.
A/N: I apologize for totally spamming the _starcandy community. In terms of voracity, this one is the biggest pay off (so to speak) and I think its the longest One-Shot I've ever written. After this, I shall be focusing on writing all new material -- as this and the two I wrote before it I had written some time ago. I hope you like it. And I hope you don't hate me for ending it the way I did...
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the feeling of watching Changmin lose his control because of him, because when he felt himself slipping, it made him feel better to know he wasn’t the only one. He knew that was backwards logic, but he didn’t care.
On principle, Changmin tended to be quite curt, shy and quiet. Jaejoong never pressured their relationship prior to Min's confession because in some twisted way in that head of his, he wanted Changmin to make the first move, so it was proof positive that Min wanted him as much as he wanted Min. He was always so sweet and caring, so when he finally admitted that he didn’t want to leave Korea again with them on the terms of sole friendship, Jaejoong was kind of shocked. He was even more shocked when he pulled him in close and kissed him hard; that when he pulled back, Jaejoong just stared at him in awe, feeling his insides melting at him taking control like that. He leaned in toward him just slightly and Min took over from there, his warm arms capturing his smaller waist and holding him hostage.
Jaejoong wouldn’t want it any other way.
Min was still very sweet and caring, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t particularly turned on when Min was a bit more possessive of him. Of course, that always happened in privacy, because if anyone saw, they’d both be in trouble. Maybe therein lied the reason for their physical abuse when cameras rolled -- it was an outward show of possession without anyone thinking anything more...meaingful lurked underneath.
Once, they were both being interviewed in the same room, and Min kept looking over at him, stealing glances. At first it was cute, but then it got uncomfortable for the both of them. Jaejoong suddenly wanted to push everyone out of the room, scream "Interview's Over!" with the worst kind of glee and let Min carry out what was blatantly articulated in his current thought bubble. Finally, as everything finished Min walked by him and murmured to meet him in a back room.
Jaejoong smiled curtly, his head nodding forward in one fast turn, but he couldn't keep the smile off his lips. Yoochun looked up at him. "What's going on with you? You look psychotic." Jaejoong grinned wider. Yoochun shook his head.
Min looked around, slightly helpless for a split second, analyzing the situation before walking off toward the door. Yunho had already left and Junsu was predictably occupied with some various shiny object. Yoochun's eyes followed Min.
"Where are we going?" he said suddenly. Min froze and turned back to him, his eyes shifting from Yoochun's innocent stare to Jaejoong's persistant smolder.
"Um..."
"Why are you so nervous?"
"I am not nervous," Min spat back, scathingly. "Last time I checked, you aren't my father. We have downtime now, right? So I'm going to go to the bathroom. Is that alright with you? God. Damn. It."
Jaejoong bit back fits of laughter at Min's obvious frustration that was only obvious to him. Meanwhile, Yoochun bristled at Min's surprising bout of seeming malice. "Whatever," he said softly, turning back to Jae, who immediately attempted to clear his face of betrayl at the echo of his own frustration.
Then the reality of the fact that Min had left for their secret rondevoux and Jae was stuck there, staring at Yoochun who stared back, while Junsu distracted his own self. The awkwardness in the silence was tangible and Jaejoong's blood pumped in his ears in this body's fervent need to get to wherever Min was.
Jaejoong stood up and Yoochun stood up to. "Where are you going?"
"Don't you have a life of your own?" Jaejoong said, smiling, mimicking Min's stern viciousness with a fresh sense of humor.
Yoochun pouted. "Why is everyone mean today?"
"I'm not mean. I'm just...distracted."
Yoochun kept staring. Jaejoong couldn't exactly say he had to go to the bathroom. But if he waited much longer, he would have a whole new set of problems.
"I'll be back," he settled on, smiling and touching Yoochun's shoulder. "I'm going to go call my sister." He smiled at the perfect lie. "I promised," he added with a smile, reveling in it.
"You can do that here, if you want to," Junsu said suddenly, looking up.
Fuck.
"No," Jaejoong allowed the word to trail on longer than need be. "I'd prefer the privacy. She'll probably...want to talk about...stuff...you don't...really care about....and...I haven't...talked to her in...a really long time and...you know how girls can be and...I'll be back."
He smiled stiffly after the babble, echoing the stiffness in other strategic areas and calmly walked to the door. Closing it after him, he huffed, then looked around, the familiar need blaring at 11 inside his body.
He walked in a manner that he hoped looked casual to anyone else toward each seemingly deserted room, opening it and sticking his head in side. No Min. No Min. No Min.
His eyes fell on the bathroom door, and the traces of light coming in to view underneat the doorjam. Did he really go in there? It seemed stupid to him -- giving out their exact location like that. Also, the bathroom in this venue was painfully small. There'd barely be enough room for him alone, let alone Min, too.
However, the indecision was quickly trumped by physical need and he knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he knocked louder. Still nothing.
The light was on. Someone was in there.
Jaejoong silently prayed it actually was Min as he deftly jiggled the door handle and pushed it open a few inches. Still not a sound. Looking around him self-conciously, Jaejoong slipped inside.
Suddenly, the world spun, as a larger body pushed him, his back flat against the door he came in from, angrily locking the door with a shaking hand. Min's lips decended on his and Jaejoong whimpered into the contact. Yes. The kiss accelerated until Min pulled a fraction of an inch away and stared at him, his brown eyes eating at his soul. He looked like was going to curse him out. Jaejoong's brain spun as he attempted to formulate some kind of appropriate response mechanism to the expected attack but it was hard to think with Min's hips so close to his own.
But he didn't. He just stared. Figuring the fear of a possible fight had blown over, Jaejoong lifted his head up slightly from the door in search of Min's lips but Min leaned backward. Fuck.
"What took you so long?" he said softly. It wasn't accusatory. It was just...there.
Jaejoong swallowed a groan in his throat, reaching foward for Min's hips before he completely left him cold. "What do you mean? You left three seconds ago. I had to find the right room."
"I told you. I fucking announced it in front of everyone like a fucking idiot --"
Jaejoong was tired of this cat and mouse business. His skin was burning and his head was aching, and his hands were shaking and he just. needed. Min. So he pushed forward in pursuit of that mouth, knocking the younger boy off balance slightly until they both flew backward -- a whole foot, stupid small bathrooms -- and Min groaned as the small of his back collided with the sink.
"Fuck," he ground out, probably louder than intended.
The heat along Jaejoong's beltline tripled. He wanted to say something greasy like, Okay, or Yes, please, or If you say so, but nothing came. He just grabbed Min's face in both of his hands and devoured his mouth like he hadn't eaten in weeks.
Min's hands decended from their original locale on Jaejoong's shoulder blades southward, his thumbs hooking themselves into Jaejoong's pants. Jae felt him start to give in, give up the fight and he smiled into his mouth triumphantly. He pushed closer, his hands carding through Min's deliciously long hair and the younger boy groaned again, right into Jae's mouth, as his head thumped against the mirror behind him. He swallowed the sound greedily.
But then Changmin had to be the twat he could be by leaning his head off the side, abandoning Jae's lips again. "Do you think I'm a contortionist or some shit?" One hand left Jae's hips and clutched the porcelain of the sink in an attempt to stand up straighter.
Jaejoong didn't move an inch. "Why do you live to make things difficult?"
"If you had actually hurried, we both wouldn't have been overly sensitive, now would we be?"
Jaejoong's eyes squinted in sexually frustrated annoyance. "Unlike some people, I'm not willing to be a total selfish bitch just to get off in some small bathroom. If people ask me questions, I try to answer them."
"Fuck you, Jae."
Yes, please.
But Min pushed him away and backward at that. Jaejoong sighed. He gone to far and pushed too much. "I'm sorry, okay?"
Min was quiet. "No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not."
"Fuck, I can't say I'm sorry? Is everything a fight to you?"
Min was silently steaming, grinding out "I didn't mean it like that. I meant No, you're not because you shouldn't be sorry" through clenched teeth.
An awkward silence settled over them. God damn it. Now he felt bad for making him feel bad.
Jaejoong took a step closer to the younger boy and smiled softly. "Let's start over." He cupped Min's chin in his hand and tried to drag him down to his level. Min shook his head out of his grasp.
"We're not in Kindergarden, hyung. The moment's passed."
Jaejoong forced a glare at him and turned his lips attention the available expanse of cinnamon-colored neck in front of him. "Says who?" he said softly.
Min opened his mouth to retort but Jaejoong allowed one hand to slide down Min's spine and the other to hook itself into one of the free beltloops on his jeans, tugging down petchulantly. His arm pulled Min closer, enjoying the warmth of his body heat, and the other skimmed a few inches down, pressing against the omnipresent buldge hidden underneath the denim fabric.
"Says who?" he repeated, the triumphant feeling returning.
"Says..." Min swallowed. "Says..." but he never finished that statement. His hands balled into fists and Jaejoong kissed his jaw, eyes revealing the amusement he felt at Min's obvious attempt to regulate his breathing. Suddenly, Min slammed his eyes shut, briefly hmm-ing to himself before his fists uncurled and he reached foward, grabbing the hem of Jaejoong's shirt and pulling it toward him. Their mouths finally reconnected.
The power struggle between them continued, see-sawing back and forth, before Min sucked one of Jae's lips into his own mouth and Jaejoong gave in to the feeling, flying backward in the younger boy's hormonal rage, and slamming back against the door.
Min interuppted the kisses to groan again and forced out, “You’re killing me.” He kissed him hard again, his younger, shaking hands clutching Jaejoong's waist like his life depended on it. Jaejoong wanted to hear him say the words, so he leaned away, teasing in a way that he felt was appropriate given Min's penchant for the same, and blinked. He cocked his head to the side slightly, panting, and stated as innocently as he could muster “What do you mean?”
Min glared back at him. His words left him in an emotional rush. “You know what I mean. The whole time, you looked so perfect and beautiful and I couldn’t be near you. It drove me crazy. You drive me insane. And now that you're here, it's like...”
But Jaejoong never found out what it was like and nor did he care. Min leaned in a third time and kissed him hard, his hands reaching down further, his neck strained as Jaejoong was smaller than him. His lips fell away and Jaejoong moaned at the loss for what felt like the millionth time today.
Min's eyebrows were furrowed like he was trying to solve a difficult math problem, and his hands dropped to Jae's thighs and he grabbed him and pulled him upwards into his arms as he shrieked, smashed against the wall then Min pushed closer, so his legs splayed around the younger boy's hips. It seemed a bit dramatic, but Jaejoong's lips were level to his, and he leaned in and kissed him, reveling in this new angle of closeness.
Jaejoong wrapped his legs around his waist eagerly, hooking his heels together and squeezing tight, but Min groaned against his mouth, and whispered, “Oh! Stop!”
He had such force to his words that Jaejoong did.
In an instant Min's expression changed and his hands grabbed Jae's thighs again. “No, don’t. Stay.”
“But you said -“
“I know, don’t listen to me."
Jaejoong huffed, the frustration building. "Make up your mind, little boy."
Changmin glared, but a smile tugged on his lips. "Little?"
He shoved his own set of hips against Jae's in one hard, swift motion. Both groaned. Min dropped his head to Jaejoong's shoulder, fighting for strength and letting the pleasure surge through his body.
"I can’t think when you’re close to me. You’re like a drug to me.”
Jaejoong let his head roll back against the door, a smirk finding his lips, as one hand snaked back into Changmin's hair.
Author: purplesephone
Length: One-Shot
Pairing: JaeMin
Genre: Steamy...Almost Smut.
Rating: A Steamy R (ooh snap!) for coarse language and some...fun situations.
Summary: He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the feeling of watching Changmin lose his control because of him, because when he felt himself slipping, it made him feel better to know he wasn’t the only one. He knew that was backwards logic, but he didn’t care.
A/N: I apologize for totally spamming the _starcandy community. In terms of voracity, this one is the biggest pay off (so to speak) and I think its the longest One-Shot I've ever written. After this, I shall be focusing on writing all new material -- as this and the two I wrote before it I had written some time ago. I hope you like it. And I hope you don't hate me for ending it the way I did...
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the feeling of watching Changmin lose his control because of him, because when he felt himself slipping, it made him feel better to know he wasn’t the only one. He knew that was backwards logic, but he didn’t care.
On principle, Changmin tended to be quite curt, shy and quiet. Jaejoong never pressured their relationship prior to Min's confession because in some twisted way in that head of his, he wanted Changmin to make the first move, so it was proof positive that Min wanted him as much as he wanted Min. He was always so sweet and caring, so when he finally admitted that he didn’t want to leave Korea again with them on the terms of sole friendship, Jaejoong was kind of shocked. He was even more shocked when he pulled him in close and kissed him hard; that when he pulled back, Jaejoong just stared at him in awe, feeling his insides melting at him taking control like that. He leaned in toward him just slightly and Min took over from there, his warm arms capturing his smaller waist and holding him hostage.
Jaejoong wouldn’t want it any other way.
Min was still very sweet and caring, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t particularly turned on when Min was a bit more possessive of him. Of course, that always happened in privacy, because if anyone saw, they’d both be in trouble. Maybe therein lied the reason for their physical abuse when cameras rolled -- it was an outward show of possession without anyone thinking anything more...meaingful lurked underneath.
Once, they were both being interviewed in the same room, and Min kept looking over at him, stealing glances. At first it was cute, but then it got uncomfortable for the both of them. Jaejoong suddenly wanted to push everyone out of the room, scream "Interview's Over!" with the worst kind of glee and let Min carry out what was blatantly articulated in his current thought bubble. Finally, as everything finished Min walked by him and murmured to meet him in a back room.
Jaejoong smiled curtly, his head nodding forward in one fast turn, but he couldn't keep the smile off his lips. Yoochun looked up at him. "What's going on with you? You look psychotic." Jaejoong grinned wider. Yoochun shook his head.
Min looked around, slightly helpless for a split second, analyzing the situation before walking off toward the door. Yunho had already left and Junsu was predictably occupied with some various shiny object. Yoochun's eyes followed Min.
"Where are we going?" he said suddenly. Min froze and turned back to him, his eyes shifting from Yoochun's innocent stare to Jaejoong's persistant smolder.
"Um..."
"Why are you so nervous?"
"I am not nervous," Min spat back, scathingly. "Last time I checked, you aren't my father. We have downtime now, right? So I'm going to go to the bathroom. Is that alright with you? God. Damn. It."
Jaejoong bit back fits of laughter at Min's obvious frustration that was only obvious to him. Meanwhile, Yoochun bristled at Min's surprising bout of seeming malice. "Whatever," he said softly, turning back to Jae, who immediately attempted to clear his face of betrayl at the echo of his own frustration.
Then the reality of the fact that Min had left for their secret rondevoux and Jae was stuck there, staring at Yoochun who stared back, while Junsu distracted his own self. The awkwardness in the silence was tangible and Jaejoong's blood pumped in his ears in this body's fervent need to get to wherever Min was.
Jaejoong stood up and Yoochun stood up to. "Where are you going?"
"Don't you have a life of your own?" Jaejoong said, smiling, mimicking Min's stern viciousness with a fresh sense of humor.
Yoochun pouted. "Why is everyone mean today?"
"I'm not mean. I'm just...distracted."
Yoochun kept staring. Jaejoong couldn't exactly say he had to go to the bathroom. But if he waited much longer, he would have a whole new set of problems.
"I'll be back," he settled on, smiling and touching Yoochun's shoulder. "I'm going to go call my sister." He smiled at the perfect lie. "I promised," he added with a smile, reveling in it.
"You can do that here, if you want to," Junsu said suddenly, looking up.
Fuck.
"No," Jaejoong allowed the word to trail on longer than need be. "I'd prefer the privacy. She'll probably...want to talk about...stuff...you don't...really care about....and...I haven't...talked to her in...a really long time and...you know how girls can be and...I'll be back."
He smiled stiffly after the babble, echoing the stiffness in other strategic areas and calmly walked to the door. Closing it after him, he huffed, then looked around, the familiar need blaring at 11 inside his body.
He walked in a manner that he hoped looked casual to anyone else toward each seemingly deserted room, opening it and sticking his head in side. No Min. No Min. No Min.
His eyes fell on the bathroom door, and the traces of light coming in to view underneat the doorjam. Did he really go in there? It seemed stupid to him -- giving out their exact location like that. Also, the bathroom in this venue was painfully small. There'd barely be enough room for him alone, let alone Min, too.
However, the indecision was quickly trumped by physical need and he knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he knocked louder. Still nothing.
The light was on. Someone was in there.
Jaejoong silently prayed it actually was Min as he deftly jiggled the door handle and pushed it open a few inches. Still not a sound. Looking around him self-conciously, Jaejoong slipped inside.
Suddenly, the world spun, as a larger body pushed him, his back flat against the door he came in from, angrily locking the door with a shaking hand. Min's lips decended on his and Jaejoong whimpered into the contact. Yes. The kiss accelerated until Min pulled a fraction of an inch away and stared at him, his brown eyes eating at his soul. He looked like was going to curse him out. Jaejoong's brain spun as he attempted to formulate some kind of appropriate response mechanism to the expected attack but it was hard to think with Min's hips so close to his own.
But he didn't. He just stared. Figuring the fear of a possible fight had blown over, Jaejoong lifted his head up slightly from the door in search of Min's lips but Min leaned backward. Fuck.
"What took you so long?" he said softly. It wasn't accusatory. It was just...there.
Jaejoong swallowed a groan in his throat, reaching foward for Min's hips before he completely left him cold. "What do you mean? You left three seconds ago. I had to find the right room."
"I told you. I fucking announced it in front of everyone like a fucking idiot --"
Jaejoong was tired of this cat and mouse business. His skin was burning and his head was aching, and his hands were shaking and he just. needed. Min. So he pushed forward in pursuit of that mouth, knocking the younger boy off balance slightly until they both flew backward -- a whole foot, stupid small bathrooms -- and Min groaned as the small of his back collided with the sink.
"Fuck," he ground out, probably louder than intended.
The heat along Jaejoong's beltline tripled. He wanted to say something greasy like, Okay, or Yes, please, or If you say so, but nothing came. He just grabbed Min's face in both of his hands and devoured his mouth like he hadn't eaten in weeks.
Min's hands decended from their original locale on Jaejoong's shoulder blades southward, his thumbs hooking themselves into Jaejoong's pants. Jae felt him start to give in, give up the fight and he smiled into his mouth triumphantly. He pushed closer, his hands carding through Min's deliciously long hair and the younger boy groaned again, right into Jae's mouth, as his head thumped against the mirror behind him. He swallowed the sound greedily.
But then Changmin had to be the twat he could be by leaning his head off the side, abandoning Jae's lips again. "Do you think I'm a contortionist or some shit?" One hand left Jae's hips and clutched the porcelain of the sink in an attempt to stand up straighter.
Jaejoong didn't move an inch. "Why do you live to make things difficult?"
"If you had actually hurried, we both wouldn't have been overly sensitive, now would we be?"
Jaejoong's eyes squinted in sexually frustrated annoyance. "Unlike some people, I'm not willing to be a total selfish bitch just to get off in some small bathroom. If people ask me questions, I try to answer them."
"Fuck you, Jae."
Yes, please.
But Min pushed him away and backward at that. Jaejoong sighed. He gone to far and pushed too much. "I'm sorry, okay?"
Min was quiet. "No, you're not."
"Yes, I am."
"No, you're not."
"Fuck, I can't say I'm sorry? Is everything a fight to you?"
Min was silently steaming, grinding out "I didn't mean it like that. I meant No, you're not because you shouldn't be sorry" through clenched teeth.
An awkward silence settled over them. God damn it. Now he felt bad for making him feel bad.
Jaejoong took a step closer to the younger boy and smiled softly. "Let's start over." He cupped Min's chin in his hand and tried to drag him down to his level. Min shook his head out of his grasp.
"We're not in Kindergarden, hyung. The moment's passed."
Jaejoong forced a glare at him and turned his lips attention the available expanse of cinnamon-colored neck in front of him. "Says who?" he said softly.
Min opened his mouth to retort but Jaejoong allowed one hand to slide down Min's spine and the other to hook itself into one of the free beltloops on his jeans, tugging down petchulantly. His arm pulled Min closer, enjoying the warmth of his body heat, and the other skimmed a few inches down, pressing against the omnipresent buldge hidden underneath the denim fabric.
"Says who?" he repeated, the triumphant feeling returning.
"Says..." Min swallowed. "Says..." but he never finished that statement. His hands balled into fists and Jaejoong kissed his jaw, eyes revealing the amusement he felt at Min's obvious attempt to regulate his breathing. Suddenly, Min slammed his eyes shut, briefly hmm-ing to himself before his fists uncurled and he reached foward, grabbing the hem of Jaejoong's shirt and pulling it toward him. Their mouths finally reconnected.
The power struggle between them continued, see-sawing back and forth, before Min sucked one of Jae's lips into his own mouth and Jaejoong gave in to the feeling, flying backward in the younger boy's hormonal rage, and slamming back against the door.
Min interuppted the kisses to groan again and forced out, “You’re killing me.” He kissed him hard again, his younger, shaking hands clutching Jaejoong's waist like his life depended on it. Jaejoong wanted to hear him say the words, so he leaned away, teasing in a way that he felt was appropriate given Min's penchant for the same, and blinked. He cocked his head to the side slightly, panting, and stated as innocently as he could muster “What do you mean?”
Min glared back at him. His words left him in an emotional rush. “You know what I mean. The whole time, you looked so perfect and beautiful and I couldn’t be near you. It drove me crazy. You drive me insane. And now that you're here, it's like...”
But Jaejoong never found out what it was like and nor did he care. Min leaned in a third time and kissed him hard, his hands reaching down further, his neck strained as Jaejoong was smaller than him. His lips fell away and Jaejoong moaned at the loss for what felt like the millionth time today.
Min's eyebrows were furrowed like he was trying to solve a difficult math problem, and his hands dropped to Jae's thighs and he grabbed him and pulled him upwards into his arms as he shrieked, smashed against the wall then Min pushed closer, so his legs splayed around the younger boy's hips. It seemed a bit dramatic, but Jaejoong's lips were level to his, and he leaned in and kissed him, reveling in this new angle of closeness.
Jaejoong wrapped his legs around his waist eagerly, hooking his heels together and squeezing tight, but Min groaned against his mouth, and whispered, “Oh! Stop!”
He had such force to his words that Jaejoong did.
In an instant Min's expression changed and his hands grabbed Jae's thighs again. “No, don’t. Stay.”
“But you said -“
“I know, don’t listen to me."
Jaejoong huffed, the frustration building. "Make up your mind, little boy."
Changmin glared, but a smile tugged on his lips. "Little?"
He shoved his own set of hips against Jae's in one hard, swift motion. Both groaned. Min dropped his head to Jaejoong's shoulder, fighting for strength and letting the pleasure surge through his body.
"I can’t think when you’re close to me. You’re like a drug to me.”
Jaejoong let his head roll back against the door, a smirk finding his lips, as one hand snaked back into Changmin's hair.