Of Security Badges and Metal Detectors
Title: Of Security Badges and Metal Detectors
Pairing: YunJae
Characters: DBSK
Rating: NC-17
Warning/Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. Only the actual storyline. This is smut, people. Kind of angst at the end, because I need some angst in anything that I write. Sorry.
Summary: How hard is it to get through airport security?
(A/N: Ugh. Sorry for the fail summary. But it’ll get better! Oh, and I know NOTHING about airports. So sorry if the information is contradictory...)
Yunho made sure that his face was emotionless. Being a security guard at an airport, you had to make sure that travellers knew that you were suspicious of them and protecting them at the same time. Clearing your mind was the way Yunho chose to do things.
He stood attentively next to the metal detector as, one by one, passengers filed through. They all seemed solemn, somewhat nervous. But they were clean. They were always clean.
A boy with long, nutmeg hair that fell past his ears walked through. His chocolate doe eyes widened, surprised, as the device beeped three times and flashed red.
“Please try again, sir. You have removed any metallic items on you, yes?” asked the ahjumma standing next to Yunho. Her black hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her badge glittered gold in the fluorescent lights. The boy nodded a tiny yes, stepping back. He ambled through again, tripping over his own feet in the process, and blushed madly, a crimson tint flying up his cheeks. Yunho snorted. This kid was such an idiot. The metal detector beeped and flashed red again. The ahjumma frowned. “You!” she barked at Yunho. “Go take him to the examination curtains and check him thoroughly!” Yunho nodded curtly. After giving this command, the lady eyed him up and down. “Hm. I haven’t seen you here before. New, are you? Or a transfer from the runway?” She smirked and looked away, not wanting an answer. Yunho scowled at her, and instructed the boy to follow him.
“Name?” he asked, once they had begun to walk.
“K-Kim Jaejoong.” came the timid reply.
“Ah. I’m Jung Yunho. Age?”
“T-twe-twenty-five, sir.”
“Oh. Same here, Mr. Kim.” Yunho heard a nervous giggle from behind him. He turned when they reached the security area. “You’re quite girly, aren’t you, Mr. Kim? Mind if I call you Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong shook his head vigorously. “You can call me that. And, yes...I am, I guess, sir.”
“Yunho.”
“Yunho-ssi.”
“No. Just Yunho.”
“Y-Yunho.”
“That’s it. Please address me as such, Jaejoong.”
“O-okay.” Jaejoong’s eyes were turned towards the ground. Clearly, the boy was nervous. Yunho almost felt sympathy for him, but he quickly shook it off.
“Please enter, sir.” Yunho opened the blue curtain and followed Jaejoong inside. He instructed the slender male to stand with his arms out. Slowly, carefully, Yunho felt each part of Jaejoong’s body. Once he finished checking the upper part, he moved on to the lower. His long fingers roamed the other’s thighs, calves, ankles, and then went back up. They ventured a little higher until they brushed the doe-eyed boy’s inner thighs. Jaejoong had to stifle a moan; he was slowly becoming aroused.
Now Yunho’s fingers met a large, defined bulge. Jaejoong groaned. Yunho smirked, palming the elder teasingly slowly.
“I think this here is the problem, Jaejoong-ssi.”
“Ah...uh...yeah...ugh...drop the formalities....oh....Yunho.”
“Oh, we’ll certainly have to do something about that, won’t we Jaejoong?” He continued to stroke Jaejoong through the thin fabric of his skinny jeans.
“Y-y-yes....god, yes, ugh...Yunho.” Jaejoong’s voice was raspy as he continued to emit moans. He started to grind into Yunho’s palm.
“Well, then, why don’t we get started?”
Yunho got up and undid his belt. He unzipped his khakhis and slipped off his boxers. He instructed the other to do the same. Jaejoong complied.
Then Jaejoong just stood there awkwardly, his hands intertwined with one another, fidgeting nervously. Yunho moved towards him, just a step though- there wasn’t much space in one of these things. He tilted Jaejoong’s chin up, then kissed him full on. Emotions raged through the kiss. It was sweet, gentle, melancholy, angry, rough. Yunho softly pinched one of Jae’s pert nipples, and the other moaned. Yunho took this as the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in and re-explore the caverns of his lover’s mouth. He sighed contentedly at the familiar, homey taste.This was pure bliss.
Soon Yunho felt a steady and sure hand around his arousal. He moaned, breaking away, needing support from the wall. Jaejoong was the one smirking now. He roughly squeezed the organ, and it twitched a bit in his clenched fist.
He slowly sank to his knees, taking the younger (only by a month!) into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the slit, then began to lap at the head in long, earnest, strokes. As he hummed around Yunho’s large manhood, he reached up and fondled with the man’s balls, playing with them with his lithe fingertips. Jaejoong licked the slit once again; it was dripping with pre-cum. He pleasured himself with Yunho’s moans, which ranged from high-pitched squeaks to deep growls.
“Ungh...Jaejoong-ah...I’m gonna...” the latter moaned, clearly hypnotised. It was then that Jaejoong stopped, shaking his head when the other began to protest.
“I want to feel you inside of me, Yunnie. I want to feel my slick, slender walls around your thick, meaty-” He was interrupted by Yunho slamming into him, taking him raw. Tears pricked at the corners of Jaejoong’s eyes- it was quite painful, it felt as though his ass was shattering into pieces- but intense pleasure overrode it.
“God, Jae, you’re so tight!” whispered Yunho.
“Ah, Yunho, more...faster, please...”
Yunho obliged to those pleas. He kept thrusting in and out of Jaejoong rhythimically, slowly increasing the tempo bit by bit.
“Yunnie!” Jaejoong’s cry was muffled by his lover’s large hands.
“Hush, babe...oh....this....is an....airport.....ngh...” Yunho’s words were barely coherent.
“I’m....gonna...COME!” The last word was pretty loud, and Jaejoong mentally scolded himself for being so careless. He had potentially ruined everything. But he came hard, anyway, riding the most violent orgasm he had experienced in a while.
“Oh...me....TOO!” Yunho let go of all the control he wielded. He spilled his seed into Jaejoong, leaving white, sticky trails of semen dribbling down the latter’s milky thighs.
The taller pulled out of Jaejoong, exhausted. They cleaned up the mess they had made (luckily, there were paper towels in there) and pulled on their clothes. Once they had made themselves presentable again, the couple grinned.
“That...was.....amazing,” Yunho stated, still breathless.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweetie,” Jaejoong purred. “I’ll suggest role-playing more often then.”
“That would be nice.” They both smiled, then kissed sweetly, an innocent kiss, filled with nothing more than pure love. Soon though, they broke it.
“Um...I have to leave, Yunho. I’m now part of JYJ, you know? Chunnie and Junsu are waiting. I’m sorry.” Those doe eyes filled with crystalline tears.
“No, Jae, don’t cry. I love you.” Yunho pulled Jaejoong into a soul-searing hug. “And I know that you’ll be back. And that’s what will get me through these days without you.”
“Yunho-yah. I’ll love you forever and forever. I will only think of you. I’m going to really miss you.” Jaejoong started to sob.
“Hey, hey. It’ll be okay. No matter what, they’ll never be able to tear us apart. I promise.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I love you, Jung Yunho. And I will be back. Oh, and be nice to Changmin, please. And...I love you...” Jaejoong escaped Yunho’s embrace and held his head high. He picked up his beige suitcase, and walked from the spot in tiny steps, glancing back at Yunho. When the younger nodded reassuringly, Jaejoong seemed to become confident, marching towards the gate.
Fate was meant to bring them together again. And if it didn’t, well, Jaejoong would make sure that it did.
Pairing: YunJae
Characters: DBSK
Rating: NC-17
Warning/Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. Only the actual storyline. This is smut, people. Kind of angst at the end, because I need some angst in anything that I write. Sorry.
Summary: How hard is it to get through airport security?
(A/N: Ugh. Sorry for the fail summary. But it’ll get better! Oh, and I know NOTHING about airports. So sorry if the information is contradictory...)
Yunho made sure that his face was emotionless. Being a security guard at an airport, you had to make sure that travellers knew that you were suspicious of them and protecting them at the same time. Clearing your mind was the way Yunho chose to do things.
He stood attentively next to the metal detector as, one by one, passengers filed through. They all seemed solemn, somewhat nervous. But they were clean. They were always clean.
A boy with long, nutmeg hair that fell past his ears walked through. His chocolate doe eyes widened, surprised, as the device beeped three times and flashed red.
“Please try again, sir. You have removed any metallic items on you, yes?” asked the ahjumma standing next to Yunho. Her black hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and her badge glittered gold in the fluorescent lights. The boy nodded a tiny yes, stepping back. He ambled through again, tripping over his own feet in the process, and blushed madly, a crimson tint flying up his cheeks. Yunho snorted. This kid was such an idiot. The metal detector beeped and flashed red again. The ahjumma frowned. “You!” she barked at Yunho. “Go take him to the examination curtains and check him thoroughly!” Yunho nodded curtly. After giving this command, the lady eyed him up and down. “Hm. I haven’t seen you here before. New, are you? Or a transfer from the runway?” She smirked and looked away, not wanting an answer. Yunho scowled at her, and instructed the boy to follow him.
“Name?” he asked, once they had begun to walk.
“K-Kim Jaejoong.” came the timid reply.
“Ah. I’m Jung Yunho. Age?”
“T-twe-twenty-five, sir.”
“Oh. Same here, Mr. Kim.” Yunho heard a nervous giggle from behind him. He turned when they reached the security area. “You’re quite girly, aren’t you, Mr. Kim? Mind if I call you Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong shook his head vigorously. “You can call me that. And, yes...I am, I guess, sir.”
“Yunho.”
“Yunho-ssi.”
“No. Just Yunho.”
“Y-Yunho.”
“That’s it. Please address me as such, Jaejoong.”
“O-okay.” Jaejoong’s eyes were turned towards the ground. Clearly, the boy was nervous. Yunho almost felt sympathy for him, but he quickly shook it off.
“Please enter, sir.” Yunho opened the blue curtain and followed Jaejoong inside. He instructed the slender male to stand with his arms out. Slowly, carefully, Yunho felt each part of Jaejoong’s body. Once he finished checking the upper part, he moved on to the lower. His long fingers roamed the other’s thighs, calves, ankles, and then went back up. They ventured a little higher until they brushed the doe-eyed boy’s inner thighs. Jaejoong had to stifle a moan; he was slowly becoming aroused.
Now Yunho’s fingers met a large, defined bulge. Jaejoong groaned. Yunho smirked, palming the elder teasingly slowly.
“I think this here is the problem, Jaejoong-ssi.”
“Ah...uh...yeah...ugh...drop the formalities....oh....Yunho.”
“Oh, we’ll certainly have to do something about that, won’t we Jaejoong?” He continued to stroke Jaejoong through the thin fabric of his skinny jeans.
“Y-y-yes....god, yes, ugh...Yunho.” Jaejoong’s voice was raspy as he continued to emit moans. He started to grind into Yunho’s palm.
“Well, then, why don’t we get started?”
Yunho got up and undid his belt. He unzipped his khakhis and slipped off his boxers. He instructed the other to do the same. Jaejoong complied.
Then Jaejoong just stood there awkwardly, his hands intertwined with one another, fidgeting nervously. Yunho moved towards him, just a step though- there wasn’t much space in one of these things. He tilted Jaejoong’s chin up, then kissed him full on. Emotions raged through the kiss. It was sweet, gentle, melancholy, angry, rough. Yunho softly pinched one of Jae’s pert nipples, and the other moaned. Yunho took this as the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in and re-explore the caverns of his lover’s mouth. He sighed contentedly at the familiar, homey taste.This was pure bliss.
Soon Yunho felt a steady and sure hand around his arousal. He moaned, breaking away, needing support from the wall. Jaejoong was the one smirking now. He roughly squeezed the organ, and it twitched a bit in his clenched fist.
He slowly sank to his knees, taking the younger (only by a month!) into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the slit, then began to lap at the head in long, earnest, strokes. As he hummed around Yunho’s large manhood, he reached up and fondled with the man’s balls, playing with them with his lithe fingertips. Jaejoong licked the slit once again; it was dripping with pre-cum. He pleasured himself with Yunho’s moans, which ranged from high-pitched squeaks to deep growls.
“Ungh...Jaejoong-ah...I’m gonna...” the latter moaned, clearly hypnotised. It was then that Jaejoong stopped, shaking his head when the other began to protest.
“I want to feel you inside of me, Yunnie. I want to feel my slick, slender walls around your thick, meaty-” He was interrupted by Yunho slamming into him, taking him raw. Tears pricked at the corners of Jaejoong’s eyes- it was quite painful, it felt as though his ass was shattering into pieces- but intense pleasure overrode it.
“God, Jae, you’re so tight!” whispered Yunho.
“Ah, Yunho, more...faster, please...”
Yunho obliged to those pleas. He kept thrusting in and out of Jaejoong rhythimically, slowly increasing the tempo bit by bit.
“Yunnie!” Jaejoong’s cry was muffled by his lover’s large hands.
“Hush, babe...oh....this....is an....airport.....ngh...” Yunho’s words were barely coherent.
“I’m....gonna...COME!” The last word was pretty loud, and Jaejoong mentally scolded himself for being so careless. He had potentially ruined everything. But he came hard, anyway, riding the most violent orgasm he had experienced in a while.
“Oh...me....TOO!” Yunho let go of all the control he wielded. He spilled his seed into Jaejoong, leaving white, sticky trails of semen dribbling down the latter’s milky thighs.
The taller pulled out of Jaejoong, exhausted. They cleaned up the mess they had made (luckily, there were paper towels in there) and pulled on their clothes. Once they had made themselves presentable again, the couple grinned.
“That...was.....amazing,” Yunho stated, still breathless.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweetie,” Jaejoong purred. “I’ll suggest role-playing more often then.”
“That would be nice.” They both smiled, then kissed sweetly, an innocent kiss, filled with nothing more than pure love. Soon though, they broke it.
“Um...I have to leave, Yunho. I’m now part of JYJ, you know? Chunnie and Junsu are waiting. I’m sorry.” Those doe eyes filled with crystalline tears.
“No, Jae, don’t cry. I love you.” Yunho pulled Jaejoong into a soul-searing hug. “And I know that you’ll be back. And that’s what will get me through these days without you.”
“Yunho-yah. I’ll love you forever and forever. I will only think of you. I’m going to really miss you.” Jaejoong started to sob.
“Hey, hey. It’ll be okay. No matter what, they’ll never be able to tear us apart. I promise.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I love you, Jung Yunho. And I will be back. Oh, and be nice to Changmin, please. And...I love you...” Jaejoong escaped Yunho’s embrace and held his head high. He picked up his beige suitcase, and walked from the spot in tiny steps, glancing back at Yunho. When the younger nodded reassuringly, Jaejoong seemed to become confident, marching towards the gate.
Fate was meant to bring them together again. And if it didn’t, well, Jaejoong would make sure that it did.