[FIC] Lazy Mornings, jaeho
jaeho.fluffy.jaeho kisses. I was in need of some jaeho-fluffiness and it appears some of the other lovelies I knew felt the same way. so here's some fluffiness. this is rough and i'm so sleepy i don't even know if it made sense but whatever. just consider it a jaeho moment. XD and i'll probably go back to it to clean it up a bit more later, but for now, enjoy. ^_^
Especially dedicated to hyungie. hope it's like hot chocolate, bb.
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[Lazy Mornings]
They made their lazy mornings.
Yunho entered the bathroom just in time to hand Jaejoong a towel to dry his face with.
Delighted, Jaejoong murmured his thanks behind the fluffy cloth. He dabbed all excess water off and then hung the cloth on one of the bars attached to the wall. Spying his hair in its just blow-dried but still un-styled state, he finger-combed the mess into some semblance of order.
Pretty much finished with his business in the bathroom, he stayed for a bit to watch Yunho's progression. His gaze traveled leisurely down the well-muscled back clad only in a tank-top, paused briefly somewhere in the middle, and then lower still to powerful legs which where regrettably already covered by the dark slacks Yunho had planned to wear today.
A slight pout made itself visible on his lips.
Having watched his subject intently, signs of said subject finishing the task of teeth brushing were detected. Amicably, Jaejoong reached for that same towel and handed it to Yunho.
"Thanks," Yunho met his eyes using the mirror. His eyebrows furrowed a bit in wonder, "You done?"
“Mmhmm,”
"So go eat breakfast or something."
"Not hungry yet."
"You will be once--"
"Don't worry about it."
Yunho gave him that look. Yeah, but it was his job to worry about it.
Snorting, Jaejoong took that last step that separated them and wrapped his arms around Yunho's waist. His body relaxed on contact and he further looked for things to do to attain more of this toasty-warm feeling. He buried his face in still damp hair and inhaled the scent of the shampoo they all used, and that cologne Yunho had taken a sudden fondness for.
"There's time for that later."
Yunho's body against his chest clearly communicated that, no, there was not (although, he so badly wished there was). That they had to be out of the apartment in half an hour and he didn’t think Yoochun was even awake yet.
“He’s awake. Well, he’s dressed at least.” Jaejoong assured him and further burrowed his face into the sweet smelling masculine-y goodness.
Yunho’s tense posture said he was still not convinced, but was on his way there as indicated by the way his body moved to accommodate Jaejoong’s snugly mood.
“It’s still early, traffic will be light. Junsu’s ready, just watching his morning cartoons (downloaded online since their lifestyle didn’t allow for them to meet scheduled air times) and Changmin’s probably eating my share of breakfast.”
Yunho snickered and then groaned appreciatively as Jaejoong’s lips formed a path down the arch of his neck with generous kisses. “Changmin doesn’t eat that much nowadays, you know?”
“I know, was just teasing him.” Jaejoong decided he liked the taste of Yunho’s semi-freshly out of the shower and before the lotion was applied skin. So, he explored more of this cool and soap-scented terrain. His lips landed where neck and shoulder met and he moved upward to kiss up the length of Yunho’s neck and then settled against the skin behind an ear.
Yunho seemed to have forgotten what he was about to say and instead, captured Jaejoong’s hands holding his middle and met their gazes in the mirror.
“You’re so bad for me,” He told Jaejoong with a smirk lifting one side of his lips.
“I’m good for you,”
“Really?” Asked flatly.
“Really.”
“I can live without you, you know?”
“You can try,” Jaejoong nipped a bit at the earlobe and then kissed it softly.
“You can’t live without me though.” Yunho grinned.
“No, I can’t.”
Yunho’s face fell, and then he smiled, and then he frowned, and then he just looked confused.
Jaejoong snickered.
Yunho sighed, defeated. “I lied. I can’t live without you.”
“I’ve known that from the start.” Jaejoong grinned.
Yunho’s body shook from the laughter and then sagged decisively. “We’re so going to be late.”
Jaejoong’s eyes sparkled, “then make it worth it.”
Yunho smiled as he turned in Jaejoong’s embrace to finally meet him face to face. He leaned against the counter and pulled Jaejoong closer. Obligingly, he raised his hands to cup Jaejoong’s face and punctuated every word with a kiss.
“You,” Kiss.
“Are,” Kiss.
“Such a,” Kiss
“Bad influence.”
The last kiss was a long-lingering one that sent tingles down Jaejoong’s body and made his toes curl against the tiled floor.
“Glad to be of service,” Jaejoong said breathlessly before bringing their mouths together again. This time he didn’t let Yunho get that far after the first kiss. He deepened it and parted Yunho’s pliant lips with his tongue.
Yunho met his kiss just as deeply, while his hands traveled from Jaejoong’s neck to his chest to his waist. Fingers slid beneath the thin fabric of his shirt and caressed the warm, toned muscles there, his thumbs ran comforting, lazy circles as their mouths moved together, tongues slid wetly against the other.
One of Jaejoong’s hands found its way to the back of Yunho’s head and promptly buried his fingers into the short mess of hair. His other hand traced the sharp line of Yunho’s jaw as it moved to match him kiss for kiss.
They parted shortly for breath, but not too far. Yunho reached up to kiss the side of Jaejoong’s mouth slowly, his chin, his cheek, and seeming to be unable to get enough, his lips again.
Yunho sighed and rested his cheek against Jaejoong’s chest, kissing the skin covering a clavicle just because.
“I don’t want to go to work today.”
Jaejoong hummed in agreement.
“…want to stay here forever.” Yunho added.
Jaejoong nodded again as his fingers frolicked across Yunho’s head of hair. “Well, not here, here.” He had to make it clear. “I mean what if Junsu had to use the bathroom?”
“He can use the other one.” Yunho said unrepentant. Jaejoong could hear the pout there.
“What if Yoochun’s using that one?” Jaejoong kissed Yunho’s left brow and then the right one too so nobody felt left out.
“They can figure it out. No one can come here today.” Yunho moved his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and pulled him as close--without crushing him--to him as possible to show just how determined he was.
“What happened to, ‘we’re going to be late’?”
Yunho left his place against Jaejoong’s chest and held the sigh that Jaejoong was sure was coming.
“Sorry, I happened.”
“Don’t be. I’m glad you happened. We can stand to be late once a while.” Because this was more important, Jaejoong could hear.
This. Here. Where lazy, unhurried mornings were rare. Where hasty kisses happened just before they were exposed to the outside light. Where Yunho’s hands on him couldn’t linger far too long without starting to look suspicious.
A tug at his shirt pulled Jaejoong from his thoughts and he shook his head at Yunho’s silent inquiry.
“It’s nothing. We should probably get a move on. We can’t be that late.”
“What if I wanted to be the bad influence and made us even more late?” It would hurt Yunho to do so, but Jaejoong did not doubt his words.
“Not today.” Jaejoong simply smiled and kissed Yunho all the more softly.
He started to move out of Yunho’s embrace and untangled his fingers from now drier hair. He had no idea how long they had been there, but he could hear Changmin calling out to them; his voice not quite penetrating the temporary mist that had secluded them, Yunho and him, from the world.
Afer a last half-hearted effort to keep him there, Yunho finally released him. Jaejoong walked backwards and kept his gaze locked with Yunho’s.
“Finish drying your hair, leader-sshi. The world awaits.”
Yunho snorted, but turned to do as he was told. Jaejoong lingered by the doorway just that little bit more and then exited altogether.
They were plenty more lazy mornings to come.
Thanks for reading!
Especially dedicated to hyungie. hope it's like hot chocolate, bb.
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[Lazy Mornings]
They made their lazy mornings.
Yunho entered the bathroom just in time to hand Jaejoong a towel to dry his face with.
Delighted, Jaejoong murmured his thanks behind the fluffy cloth. He dabbed all excess water off and then hung the cloth on one of the bars attached to the wall. Spying his hair in its just blow-dried but still un-styled state, he finger-combed the mess into some semblance of order.
Pretty much finished with his business in the bathroom, he stayed for a bit to watch Yunho's progression. His gaze traveled leisurely down the well-muscled back clad only in a tank-top, paused briefly somewhere in the middle, and then lower still to powerful legs which where regrettably already covered by the dark slacks Yunho had planned to wear today.
A slight pout made itself visible on his lips.
Having watched his subject intently, signs of said subject finishing the task of teeth brushing were detected. Amicably, Jaejoong reached for that same towel and handed it to Yunho.
"Thanks," Yunho met his eyes using the mirror. His eyebrows furrowed a bit in wonder, "You done?"
“Mmhmm,”
"So go eat breakfast or something."
"Not hungry yet."
"You will be once--"
"Don't worry about it."
Yunho gave him that look. Yeah, but it was his job to worry about it.
Snorting, Jaejoong took that last step that separated them and wrapped his arms around Yunho's waist. His body relaxed on contact and he further looked for things to do to attain more of this toasty-warm feeling. He buried his face in still damp hair and inhaled the scent of the shampoo they all used, and that cologne Yunho had taken a sudden fondness for.
"There's time for that later."
Yunho's body against his chest clearly communicated that, no, there was not (although, he so badly wished there was). That they had to be out of the apartment in half an hour and he didn’t think Yoochun was even awake yet.
“He’s awake. Well, he’s dressed at least.” Jaejoong assured him and further burrowed his face into the sweet smelling masculine-y goodness.
Yunho’s tense posture said he was still not convinced, but was on his way there as indicated by the way his body moved to accommodate Jaejoong’s snugly mood.
“It’s still early, traffic will be light. Junsu’s ready, just watching his morning cartoons (downloaded online since their lifestyle didn’t allow for them to meet scheduled air times) and Changmin’s probably eating my share of breakfast.”
Yunho snickered and then groaned appreciatively as Jaejoong’s lips formed a path down the arch of his neck with generous kisses. “Changmin doesn’t eat that much nowadays, you know?”
“I know, was just teasing him.” Jaejoong decided he liked the taste of Yunho’s semi-freshly out of the shower and before the lotion was applied skin. So, he explored more of this cool and soap-scented terrain. His lips landed where neck and shoulder met and he moved upward to kiss up the length of Yunho’s neck and then settled against the skin behind an ear.
Yunho seemed to have forgotten what he was about to say and instead, captured Jaejoong’s hands holding his middle and met their gazes in the mirror.
“You’re so bad for me,” He told Jaejoong with a smirk lifting one side of his lips.
“I’m good for you,”
“Really?” Asked flatly.
“Really.”
“I can live without you, you know?”
“You can try,” Jaejoong nipped a bit at the earlobe and then kissed it softly.
“You can’t live without me though.” Yunho grinned.
“No, I can’t.”
Yunho’s face fell, and then he smiled, and then he frowned, and then he just looked confused.
Jaejoong snickered.
Yunho sighed, defeated. “I lied. I can’t live without you.”
“I’ve known that from the start.” Jaejoong grinned.
Yunho’s body shook from the laughter and then sagged decisively. “We’re so going to be late.”
Jaejoong’s eyes sparkled, “then make it worth it.”
Yunho smiled as he turned in Jaejoong’s embrace to finally meet him face to face. He leaned against the counter and pulled Jaejoong closer. Obligingly, he raised his hands to cup Jaejoong’s face and punctuated every word with a kiss.
“You,” Kiss.
“Are,” Kiss.
“Such a,” Kiss
“Bad influence.”
The last kiss was a long-lingering one that sent tingles down Jaejoong’s body and made his toes curl against the tiled floor.
“Glad to be of service,” Jaejoong said breathlessly before bringing their mouths together again. This time he didn’t let Yunho get that far after the first kiss. He deepened it and parted Yunho’s pliant lips with his tongue.
Yunho met his kiss just as deeply, while his hands traveled from Jaejoong’s neck to his chest to his waist. Fingers slid beneath the thin fabric of his shirt and caressed the warm, toned muscles there, his thumbs ran comforting, lazy circles as their mouths moved together, tongues slid wetly against the other.
One of Jaejoong’s hands found its way to the back of Yunho’s head and promptly buried his fingers into the short mess of hair. His other hand traced the sharp line of Yunho’s jaw as it moved to match him kiss for kiss.
They parted shortly for breath, but not too far. Yunho reached up to kiss the side of Jaejoong’s mouth slowly, his chin, his cheek, and seeming to be unable to get enough, his lips again.
Yunho sighed and rested his cheek against Jaejoong’s chest, kissing the skin covering a clavicle just because.
“I don’t want to go to work today.”
Jaejoong hummed in agreement.
“…want to stay here forever.” Yunho added.
Jaejoong nodded again as his fingers frolicked across Yunho’s head of hair. “Well, not here, here.” He had to make it clear. “I mean what if Junsu had to use the bathroom?”
“He can use the other one.” Yunho said unrepentant. Jaejoong could hear the pout there.
“What if Yoochun’s using that one?” Jaejoong kissed Yunho’s left brow and then the right one too so nobody felt left out.
“They can figure it out. No one can come here today.” Yunho moved his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and pulled him as close--without crushing him--to him as possible to show just how determined he was.
“What happened to, ‘we’re going to be late’?”
Yunho left his place against Jaejoong’s chest and held the sigh that Jaejoong was sure was coming.
“Sorry, I happened.”
“Don’t be. I’m glad you happened. We can stand to be late once a while.” Because this was more important, Jaejoong could hear.
This. Here. Where lazy, unhurried mornings were rare. Where hasty kisses happened just before they were exposed to the outside light. Where Yunho’s hands on him couldn’t linger far too long without starting to look suspicious.
A tug at his shirt pulled Jaejoong from his thoughts and he shook his head at Yunho’s silent inquiry.
“It’s nothing. We should probably get a move on. We can’t be that late.”
“What if I wanted to be the bad influence and made us even more late?” It would hurt Yunho to do so, but Jaejoong did not doubt his words.
“Not today.” Jaejoong simply smiled and kissed Yunho all the more softly.
He started to move out of Yunho’s embrace and untangled his fingers from now drier hair. He had no idea how long they had been there, but he could hear Changmin calling out to them; his voice not quite penetrating the temporary mist that had secluded them, Yunho and him, from the world.
Afer a last half-hearted effort to keep him there, Yunho finally released him. Jaejoong walked backwards and kept his gaze locked with Yunho’s.
“Finish drying your hair, leader-sshi. The world awaits.”
Yunho snorted, but turned to do as he was told. Jaejoong lingered by the doorway just that little bit more and then exited altogether.
They were plenty more lazy mornings to come.
Thanks for reading!