Don't Find Fault
Don’t Find Fault
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing: Taecjay
Rating: NC-17
Enjoy.
Jay didn’t realize how close he was to the floor until he hit it.
It didn’t even hurt. He pushed himself upright, and the room was spinning just a little too hard so he focused on the couch a few feet away, where Junho had already passed out. No big surprise there. And if Jay was at the point where he was so drunk he didn’t know how drunk he was until he was falling on his ass, his own limit was fast approaching.
Nichkhun and Junsu were still messing with the karaoke machine across the room. Jay wasn’t completely sure, (by now he couldn’t even tell the last couple hours apart), but the two had been trying to figure the damn thing out for close to twenty minutes. It was only natural that technology became a lot harder to deal with after a jager bomb or two, and Khun was totally going to be regretting that those even existed in a few hours...
Jay’s gut twisted up again like it’d been doing all evening, in some weird mix of guilt and regret and emptiness that he didn’t even want to think about; it was a part of what had kept him away so long. Things were rough when he first showed his face at the new dorm earlier that evening (the new dorm, jesus.) He’d been awkward and stiff from the tension of his former groupmates, from the unfamiliar surroundings, from the tangled confusion and hurt that had never quite gone away.
So they handled it the only right way for men to handle it, in Jay’s opinion, and got completely shit-faced, letting the pressure melt away with the copious amounts of alcohol flooding their systems.
The first good thing about the new dorm was that it was farther away from JYPE and the cluster of old dorms; it was easier for Jay to sneak around without being recognized by labelmates he used to know, less chance of JYP ever finding out he was there. Even if he did find out, whatever. He and all those old bastards up the corporate ladder could go fuck themselves for all Jay cared.
The second thing about the dorm was, shit, it wasn’t even a dorm, it was an apartment. A huge, nice one at that. With a kitchen, and more than one bathroom. And everyone got their own room, which was total bullshit, Jay kindly reminded them all night. Still, something inside of him twinged in bittersweet affection for their tiny old dorm, where they’d all lived on top of each other and under one another’s skin.
Not everything was different, though. Jay saw, and each one jabbed his insides with how right they looked among this strange new space they had to be in. Carelessly kicked-off shoes still crowded the doorway; the piles of dvds, the paper and clothes and empty bottles and spare change that were stacked on every available surface in the living room (and everywhere else, at that); Chansung’s bedsheets stashed next to the couch.
And the guys, the guys were the same as they’d always been. It made the guilt pulse thickly inside Jay; somehow, he thought they would have been changed by the experience in some hard and undefinable way like he had. Believing that made it easier to stay away, to stamp out his regret. But here they were, splayed straight out of Jay’s memory. Khun still whooped in triumph when a burst of feedback screeched from the television. Wooyoung still drunkenly wrestled his clothes off; Junsu and Chansung still laughed uproariously at him like the trolls they were.
The alcohol made quick work of his emotional floodgates, and for the first time in too long Jay wished he was part of this again, so bad that it closed his throat up and dug a hollow pit in his stomach.
He was distracted, thank god, by Taecyeon swaying towards him in as straight a line as he could manage, holding two shot glasses filled with...whatever it was, it was blue. “Augh, no, get it awaaay.” The English came flowing out as Taec wobbled carefully onto the floor beside Jay, miraculously keeping the liquid inside the glasses he was clutching. “C’mooon man.” Taecyeon pushed a shot glass in Jay’s face. Seriously, the stuff was electric blue. “No way dude. It looks poisonous!” Jay tried to tilt his head away, the proximity of the glass seriously fucking with his vision.
Taec wasn’t giving up easily. “Oh c’mon. Do it. For me.” He flashed one of his big stupid Taecyeon grins, and Jay didn’t even know he could miss something like that so much until his chest was aching with it. He took the glass.
“Fine. But if I actually get this shit down, you’re blowing me later or something.” He grumbled, and Taecyeon just laughed and clinked their glasses together. “Deal.”
The blue stuff wasn’t too bad, actually. It was a little fruity with only a slight afterburn, which helped the next three shots go down smoothly. Things got kind of blurry after that, but Jay did know that somewhere in between Junsu belting out a karaoke solo into the mic like his life depended on it and Khun and Wooyoung pulling some frankly embarrassing dance moves to a Wonder Girls song, he was passing around the vodka bottle with Chansung and Taecyeon.
The next thing he knew, the constant buzz of noise around the dorm was nearly silent and Jay was more or less sliding on his feet into one of the bedrooms with the help of Taecyeon’s sturdy arm gripping around his waist. Jay had been grateful for Taecyeon’s strong and stable presence more than once, and now was no exception. Thinking about it now, he honestly didn’t know what he would do if Taec changed. It seemed unfathomable. Impossible.
Jay collapsed onto what he thought was Junho's bed (had to be Junho’s bed, it smelled like him) without an ounce of grace; Taecyeon clambered in next, wobbling dangerously above his former leader. Jay was used to the world being in a constant state of vertigo at that point, and it considerably slowed down the reaction time of connecting what was happening in the real world to his brain. It was probably why he didn’t think much of Taecyeon pushing his t-shirt up past his armpits.
“When did this happen?” Taecyeon mumbled, staring at the lion inked onto Jay’s skin that was just barely visible in the light spilling in from the hallway. He hovered inches above Jay, eyes tracing every which way over the toned flesh. Even with his head spinning, Jay picked up the twist of resignation in Taec’s voice, the fleck of quiet sadness. His gut clenched with the implication of the newest addition on his chest and the others littering his arms, yet another chunk of his life completely removed from Taecyeon and the others.
He was still trying to dredge up a response when Taecyeon brought his head down carefully, lips pressing against the tattoo, soft and warm. And suddenly Jay wasn’t so sure his brain could even distinguish what reality was anymore.
Taecyeon went lower, mouthing down Jay’s chest and it was completely surreal. Jay didn’t understand what was going on, he just- he couldn’t- his mind had pretty much up and quit on him. Taecyeon was halfway down his abs with sloppy kisses when Jay’s mouth finally remembered that it used to function once.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Taec paused at his bellybutton, glancing up to meet Jay’s eyes. “I’m gonna blow you. Like you said.” He said it simply, like he wasn’t the fucking insane one here. By the time Jay’s sluggish mind made the connection to what the younger guy was even talking about (it was a goddamn joke) Taecyeon’s broad, tank top-clad shoulders dipped down and he flicked his tongue out, licking a stripe from Jay’s navel to the waistband of his sweatpants.
There were so many things wrong with this situation. First of all, it was Taecyeon; giant, awkward, earnest Taec. The guy was practically his brother (or had been, once,) they knew each other too well for their own good (or they had known, once,) and more to the point, he was a man. Tall and muscled and short-haired and one hundred percent dude. Jay was straight. Taec knew he was straight. Until about ten seconds ago, he’d thought Taecyeon was straight too. Not to mention they were both drunk as all hell. But back to the most important factor, Jay was straight.
He was also hard as a rock.
Nothing made sense anymore. Taecyeon hooked his long fingers into Jay’s waistband, fighting to tug the fabric down just enough until his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Before Jay could move, speak, do anything, Taec was grabbing him in hand and swallowing him down and fuck-
Jay’s head hit the pillow. It was wet and tight and so fucking hot he could barely think- no fuck that, he couldn’t think, it felt too fucking good to think, and this was kind of so far past the point of no return he shouldn’t even bother. Taecyeon didn’t slow down for a second, flattening his tongue against all sides of Jay’s dick, lightly scraping his teeth here and there, sucking on the underside of the head in just the right place and jesus christ it was driving him crazy.
Taecyeon was tugging at his sweats again and this time Jay lifted his hips automatically, letting the other pull the clothing down to his knees. As soon as he was more exposed, Taec was all over- mouthing his balls, sucking hickeys onto the inside of his thighs, nuzzling the straight, wiry patch of hair above his cock- Jay almost couldn’t fucking take it. He should probably care about whether the others could hear him groaning or not, but he didn’t. He really, really didn’t. It was kind of a blessing that his thoughts weren’t in working order, because acknowledging that he was receiving what was possibly the best blowjob of his life from Taecyeon might just break his brain.
Taecyeon dragged his tongue up from below Jay’s balls all the way up his cock, taking the head in just past his teeth and sucking firmly. “Oh fuck-” The curse spilled out of Jay’s mouth in a strange mix of a moan and a grunt, and he couldn’t stop his hips from jutting up on instinct.
Jay didn’t trust himself on anything anymore, but he was pretty sure the quiet groan that followed didn’t come from him.Then the hotwetperfect was gone, so suddenly that Jay struggled to prop himself up on his arms and see just what the fuck had made it stop.
Taecyeon was up on his knees, his hands no longer on Jay but on his own basketball shorts, tugging them down so quick Jay couldn’t even process that he was seeing Taec’s dick, as painfully hard as he was oh jesus, before Taecyeon was coming down to cover Jay’s body with his own and he reached down to wrap both their dicks in his hand, sliding hot and dry against Jay’s spit-slick cock.
shit fucking fuck oh god oh god oh god, Jay’s hazy mind spun on replay when Taecyeon rutted down against him, pushing their cocks together and jesus the friction was almost more than he could bear and he kind of understood where gay guys were coming from now because fuck this felt so good.
Taecyeon leaned down to bury his face in his former leader’s neck, rolling his hips into Jay’s and fuck if Jay could hold himself back anymore; his own hips snapped up to meet Taec’s, following his rhythm blindly.
The younger moaned, low and breathy and hot against Jay’s neck; a shiver wracked down his body. “I missed you.” The words were in Korean, and so quiet Jay almost believed he was hearing things. “I missed you.” English this time, a little louder and so raw it pierced through him.
“I missed you, I missed you, I missed you-” Sometimes Taec’s breathless words were in Korean, sometimes in English, and each one twisted something in Jay’s chest harder and harder as he pushed up to meet his friend’s body, bringing his hands up from where they were clutching the pillow and the bedsheets in a deathgrip and sliding his arms around Taecyeon’s neck.
They were starting to falter, rutting together faster and faster until they lost all rhythm. Jay’s body was buzzing and building up in a hundred different ways, and he knew he was teetering on the edge; then Taec cursed and thrust against him almost brutally, and Jay was coming so hard he almost passed out then and there; he was barely aware of Taecyeon’s shaking body, his cock pulsing against Jay’s spent one.
Their shuddering breaths were the only noise left in the room. Jay was drained, physically and mentally and however many other ways there were; he fought to keep his eyes open. Taecyeon slowly pushed himself up and away from Jay’s body and all at once Jay realized the disgusting, slimy feeling weighing on his stomach. He glanced down and oh god, there it was; not only his jizz, but Taecyeon’s jizz, sitting in a huge, terrifying pile on his abdomen.
“Gross,” Jay moaned, afraid the slightest movement would send the mess spilling over his sides onto the bed. “Gross, gross, gross, gross, tiiiired.” He let his head drop back onto the pillow as gently as he could manage, fatigue waging a hard battle against disgust. Jay cracked his eyes open when the bed dipped lightly, watching Taecyeon try to pull his shorts up while fumbling on the floor for something. He came back to Jay’s side with his shorts halfway up his hips and a bundle of cloth in his hand that may or may not have been a shirt.
“Whassat?” Okay, his words were slurring together and it was officially time to pass the fuck out. “I dunno.” Taec sounded just as out of it as he felt; still, he brought down the cloth to mop up the goo on Jay’s stomach, even chuckling quietly when Jay squirmed and complained some more. Though he was still mostly grossed out, Jay was oddly touched by the gesture.
Taecyeon tossed the shirt on the ground and climbed back into bed, skin sliding clumsily against skin as he collapsed beside Jay on his stomach, grabbing the comforter bunched at the end of the bed and covering them both. Jay felt the remnants on his skin beginning to dry and crust over, but fuck if he could be bothered to get up and take a shower now. He would deal with it in the morning.
Somewhere in the back of his fading mind, Jay knew that pretty much everything would be fucked up in the morning, but it wasn’t morning just yet. He listened to Taecyeon’s deep, even breaths, lulling him closer to the edge of darkness; he nudged himself closer to the other, lining his bare arm up with Taecyeon’s own.
“Hey Taec?”
“Yeah?” Came the reply, close to Jay’s ear and thick with impending sleep. Jay allowed his heart to clench one final time that night.
“I missed you too.”
EDIT: Sequel here
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing: Taecjay
Rating: NC-17
Enjoy.
Jay didn’t realize how close he was to the floor until he hit it.
It didn’t even hurt. He pushed himself upright, and the room was spinning just a little too hard so he focused on the couch a few feet away, where Junho had already passed out. No big surprise there. And if Jay was at the point where he was so drunk he didn’t know how drunk he was until he was falling on his ass, his own limit was fast approaching.
Nichkhun and Junsu were still messing with the karaoke machine across the room. Jay wasn’t completely sure, (by now he couldn’t even tell the last couple hours apart), but the two had been trying to figure the damn thing out for close to twenty minutes. It was only natural that technology became a lot harder to deal with after a jager bomb or two, and Khun was totally going to be regretting that those even existed in a few hours...
Jay’s gut twisted up again like it’d been doing all evening, in some weird mix of guilt and regret and emptiness that he didn’t even want to think about; it was a part of what had kept him away so long. Things were rough when he first showed his face at the new dorm earlier that evening (the new dorm, jesus.) He’d been awkward and stiff from the tension of his former groupmates, from the unfamiliar surroundings, from the tangled confusion and hurt that had never quite gone away.
So they handled it the only right way for men to handle it, in Jay’s opinion, and got completely shit-faced, letting the pressure melt away with the copious amounts of alcohol flooding their systems.
The first good thing about the new dorm was that it was farther away from JYPE and the cluster of old dorms; it was easier for Jay to sneak around without being recognized by labelmates he used to know, less chance of JYP ever finding out he was there. Even if he did find out, whatever. He and all those old bastards up the corporate ladder could go fuck themselves for all Jay cared.
The second thing about the dorm was, shit, it wasn’t even a dorm, it was an apartment. A huge, nice one at that. With a kitchen, and more than one bathroom. And everyone got their own room, which was total bullshit, Jay kindly reminded them all night. Still, something inside of him twinged in bittersweet affection for their tiny old dorm, where they’d all lived on top of each other and under one another’s skin.
Not everything was different, though. Jay saw, and each one jabbed his insides with how right they looked among this strange new space they had to be in. Carelessly kicked-off shoes still crowded the doorway; the piles of dvds, the paper and clothes and empty bottles and spare change that were stacked on every available surface in the living room (and everywhere else, at that); Chansung’s bedsheets stashed next to the couch.
And the guys, the guys were the same as they’d always been. It made the guilt pulse thickly inside Jay; somehow, he thought they would have been changed by the experience in some hard and undefinable way like he had. Believing that made it easier to stay away, to stamp out his regret. But here they were, splayed straight out of Jay’s memory. Khun still whooped in triumph when a burst of feedback screeched from the television. Wooyoung still drunkenly wrestled his clothes off; Junsu and Chansung still laughed uproariously at him like the trolls they were.
The alcohol made quick work of his emotional floodgates, and for the first time in too long Jay wished he was part of this again, so bad that it closed his throat up and dug a hollow pit in his stomach.
He was distracted, thank god, by Taecyeon swaying towards him in as straight a line as he could manage, holding two shot glasses filled with...whatever it was, it was blue. “Augh, no, get it awaaay.” The English came flowing out as Taec wobbled carefully onto the floor beside Jay, miraculously keeping the liquid inside the glasses he was clutching. “C’mooon man.” Taecyeon pushed a shot glass in Jay’s face. Seriously, the stuff was electric blue. “No way dude. It looks poisonous!” Jay tried to tilt his head away, the proximity of the glass seriously fucking with his vision.
Taec wasn’t giving up easily. “Oh c’mon. Do it. For me.” He flashed one of his big stupid Taecyeon grins, and Jay didn’t even know he could miss something like that so much until his chest was aching with it. He took the glass.
“Fine. But if I actually get this shit down, you’re blowing me later or something.” He grumbled, and Taecyeon just laughed and clinked their glasses together. “Deal.”
The blue stuff wasn’t too bad, actually. It was a little fruity with only a slight afterburn, which helped the next three shots go down smoothly. Things got kind of blurry after that, but Jay did know that somewhere in between Junsu belting out a karaoke solo into the mic like his life depended on it and Khun and Wooyoung pulling some frankly embarrassing dance moves to a Wonder Girls song, he was passing around the vodka bottle with Chansung and Taecyeon.
The next thing he knew, the constant buzz of noise around the dorm was nearly silent and Jay was more or less sliding on his feet into one of the bedrooms with the help of Taecyeon’s sturdy arm gripping around his waist. Jay had been grateful for Taecyeon’s strong and stable presence more than once, and now was no exception. Thinking about it now, he honestly didn’t know what he would do if Taec changed. It seemed unfathomable. Impossible.
Jay collapsed onto what he thought was Junho's bed (had to be Junho’s bed, it smelled like him) without an ounce of grace; Taecyeon clambered in next, wobbling dangerously above his former leader. Jay was used to the world being in a constant state of vertigo at that point, and it considerably slowed down the reaction time of connecting what was happening in the real world to his brain. It was probably why he didn’t think much of Taecyeon pushing his t-shirt up past his armpits.
“When did this happen?” Taecyeon mumbled, staring at the lion inked onto Jay’s skin that was just barely visible in the light spilling in from the hallway. He hovered inches above Jay, eyes tracing every which way over the toned flesh. Even with his head spinning, Jay picked up the twist of resignation in Taec’s voice, the fleck of quiet sadness. His gut clenched with the implication of the newest addition on his chest and the others littering his arms, yet another chunk of his life completely removed from Taecyeon and the others.
He was still trying to dredge up a response when Taecyeon brought his head down carefully, lips pressing against the tattoo, soft and warm. And suddenly Jay wasn’t so sure his brain could even distinguish what reality was anymore.
Taecyeon went lower, mouthing down Jay’s chest and it was completely surreal. Jay didn’t understand what was going on, he just- he couldn’t- his mind had pretty much up and quit on him. Taecyeon was halfway down his abs with sloppy kisses when Jay’s mouth finally remembered that it used to function once.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Taec paused at his bellybutton, glancing up to meet Jay’s eyes. “I’m gonna blow you. Like you said.” He said it simply, like he wasn’t the fucking insane one here. By the time Jay’s sluggish mind made the connection to what the younger guy was even talking about (it was a goddamn joke) Taecyeon’s broad, tank top-clad shoulders dipped down and he flicked his tongue out, licking a stripe from Jay’s navel to the waistband of his sweatpants.
There were so many things wrong with this situation. First of all, it was Taecyeon; giant, awkward, earnest Taec. The guy was practically his brother (or had been, once,) they knew each other too well for their own good (or they had known, once,) and more to the point, he was a man. Tall and muscled and short-haired and one hundred percent dude. Jay was straight. Taec knew he was straight. Until about ten seconds ago, he’d thought Taecyeon was straight too. Not to mention they were both drunk as all hell. But back to the most important factor, Jay was straight.
He was also hard as a rock.
Nothing made sense anymore. Taecyeon hooked his long fingers into Jay’s waistband, fighting to tug the fabric down just enough until his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach. Before Jay could move, speak, do anything, Taec was grabbing him in hand and swallowing him down and fuck-
Jay’s head hit the pillow. It was wet and tight and so fucking hot he could barely think- no fuck that, he couldn’t think, it felt too fucking good to think, and this was kind of so far past the point of no return he shouldn’t even bother. Taecyeon didn’t slow down for a second, flattening his tongue against all sides of Jay’s dick, lightly scraping his teeth here and there, sucking on the underside of the head in just the right place and jesus christ it was driving him crazy.
Taecyeon was tugging at his sweats again and this time Jay lifted his hips automatically, letting the other pull the clothing down to his knees. As soon as he was more exposed, Taec was all over- mouthing his balls, sucking hickeys onto the inside of his thighs, nuzzling the straight, wiry patch of hair above his cock- Jay almost couldn’t fucking take it. He should probably care about whether the others could hear him groaning or not, but he didn’t. He really, really didn’t. It was kind of a blessing that his thoughts weren’t in working order, because acknowledging that he was receiving what was possibly the best blowjob of his life from Taecyeon might just break his brain.
Taecyeon dragged his tongue up from below Jay’s balls all the way up his cock, taking the head in just past his teeth and sucking firmly. “Oh fuck-” The curse spilled out of Jay’s mouth in a strange mix of a moan and a grunt, and he couldn’t stop his hips from jutting up on instinct.
Jay didn’t trust himself on anything anymore, but he was pretty sure the quiet groan that followed didn’t come from him.Then the hotwetperfect was gone, so suddenly that Jay struggled to prop himself up on his arms and see just what the fuck had made it stop.
Taecyeon was up on his knees, his hands no longer on Jay but on his own basketball shorts, tugging them down so quick Jay couldn’t even process that he was seeing Taec’s dick, as painfully hard as he was oh jesus, before Taecyeon was coming down to cover Jay’s body with his own and he reached down to wrap both their dicks in his hand, sliding hot and dry against Jay’s spit-slick cock.
shit fucking fuck oh god oh god oh god, Jay’s hazy mind spun on replay when Taecyeon rutted down against him, pushing their cocks together and jesus the friction was almost more than he could bear and he kind of understood where gay guys were coming from now because fuck this felt so good.
Taecyeon leaned down to bury his face in his former leader’s neck, rolling his hips into Jay’s and fuck if Jay could hold himself back anymore; his own hips snapped up to meet Taec’s, following his rhythm blindly.
The younger moaned, low and breathy and hot against Jay’s neck; a shiver wracked down his body. “I missed you.” The words were in Korean, and so quiet Jay almost believed he was hearing things. “I missed you.” English this time, a little louder and so raw it pierced through him.
“I missed you, I missed you, I missed you-” Sometimes Taec’s breathless words were in Korean, sometimes in English, and each one twisted something in Jay’s chest harder and harder as he pushed up to meet his friend’s body, bringing his hands up from where they were clutching the pillow and the bedsheets in a deathgrip and sliding his arms around Taecyeon’s neck.
They were starting to falter, rutting together faster and faster until they lost all rhythm. Jay’s body was buzzing and building up in a hundred different ways, and he knew he was teetering on the edge; then Taec cursed and thrust against him almost brutally, and Jay was coming so hard he almost passed out then and there; he was barely aware of Taecyeon’s shaking body, his cock pulsing against Jay’s spent one.
Their shuddering breaths were the only noise left in the room. Jay was drained, physically and mentally and however many other ways there were; he fought to keep his eyes open. Taecyeon slowly pushed himself up and away from Jay’s body and all at once Jay realized the disgusting, slimy feeling weighing on his stomach. He glanced down and oh god, there it was; not only his jizz, but Taecyeon’s jizz, sitting in a huge, terrifying pile on his abdomen.
“Gross,” Jay moaned, afraid the slightest movement would send the mess spilling over his sides onto the bed. “Gross, gross, gross, gross, tiiiired.” He let his head drop back onto the pillow as gently as he could manage, fatigue waging a hard battle against disgust. Jay cracked his eyes open when the bed dipped lightly, watching Taecyeon try to pull his shorts up while fumbling on the floor for something. He came back to Jay’s side with his shorts halfway up his hips and a bundle of cloth in his hand that may or may not have been a shirt.
“Whassat?” Okay, his words were slurring together and it was officially time to pass the fuck out. “I dunno.” Taec sounded just as out of it as he felt; still, he brought down the cloth to mop up the goo on Jay’s stomach, even chuckling quietly when Jay squirmed and complained some more. Though he was still mostly grossed out, Jay was oddly touched by the gesture.
Taecyeon tossed the shirt on the ground and climbed back into bed, skin sliding clumsily against skin as he collapsed beside Jay on his stomach, grabbing the comforter bunched at the end of the bed and covering them both. Jay felt the remnants on his skin beginning to dry and crust over, but fuck if he could be bothered to get up and take a shower now. He would deal with it in the morning.
Somewhere in the back of his fading mind, Jay knew that pretty much everything would be fucked up in the morning, but it wasn’t morning just yet. He listened to Taecyeon’s deep, even breaths, lulling him closer to the edge of darkness; he nudged himself closer to the other, lining his bare arm up with Taecyeon’s own.
“Hey Taec?”
“Yeah?” Came the reply, close to Jay’s ear and thick with impending sleep. Jay allowed his heart to clench one final time that night.
“I missed you too.”
EDIT: Sequel here