[FIC: TRICK 03b]
Part 03b ~
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“Changmin and Junsu, interesting development ne?” JaeJoong said to Yunho, nudging him lightly on the side. Yunho nodded his agreement, his mind still stuck on what JaeJoong said.
“I know you’re scared but if you truly want to be with him, if you truly love him, then he’s worth the pain and more.”
He said it with this look in his eyes; a look Yunho saw countless times yet never put too much thought in. Maybe he was more alike his brother than he originally thought, Yunho thought wryly. JaeJoong was fussing with his pillow, fluffing Yunho’s, tucking him in place as he settled comfortably next to him. Yunho observed him quietly, saw how his chestnut hair would fall over his eyes, saw the way his eyes crinkled slightly in concentration and annoyance-the pillow refused to fluff the way he wanted it to-and saw how the moonlight peeking through the blinds highlighted his features slightly, he looked beautiful.
This wasn’t the first time Yunho thought JaeJoong looked beautiful but this was the first time he took his breath away, the first time his heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest because he was breathtaking, beautiful in this small hospital room and Yunho wanted nothing more than to pull him closer and kiss him; kiss him until all Yunho could think, breathe, was JaeJoong.
JaeJoong settled down next to him, finally content and wrapped his arms around his waist, and raised an eyebrow when he noticed Yunho has been staring. “What?” but all Yunho heard was JaeJoong’s husky timbre, the way his lips moved, the way they seemed so luscious and inviting.
He pulled JaeJoong closer until their faces were aligned and he leaved forward, brushing his lips softly against JaeJoong’s. He faintly heard a surprised gasp escaping JaeJoong’s lips but he was too focused on how perfect his lips fit against the others to really take notice. He softly ran his tongue along the others bottom lip, requesting permission and when JaeJoong opened his lips timidly, he delved in eager to explore that familiar territory once again except this time felt different somehow.
JaeJoong’s mouth was warm, their tongues sliding against each other in a familiar dance, one teasing while the other followed, and nothing ever felt so right. They pulled apart breathless, JaeJoong’s breath softly fanning his face and Yunho leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then his eyelids, just a light brushing barely there kind of kiss and then he was kissing his cheeks, the skin soft and blemish free, and finally he kissed those luscious lips again.
“What…?”JaeJoong questioned eyes hazy and his cheeks lightly flushed.
He wasn’t sure why himself honestly. The need, the desire to kiss him was there, so strong, and he gave in. He could blame the medication but he knew that wasn’t right. There was something between them, something other than their friendship, other than their deception and he was willing to accept it. He could deny it but with the recent happenings, he found himself not wanting to. He’s been running for so long and if tonight, by some chance something really went wrong, he wouldn’t have been able to see JaeJoong again and that was wrong and scary.
“I don’t know” He replied honestly, softly caressing JaeJoong’s cheeks. He smiled as JaeJoong leaned in, eyes closing as a soft sigh escaped him.
Unanswered questions danced in the air but for now, it was okay. This moment was all that mattered. In the small uncomfortable hospital bed with the moonlight peeking through the blinds, nothing felt more magical than this moment.
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Two Weeks Later
“Would you stop fussing already? I’m fine.” Yunho said exasperated and batted away JaeJoong’s hands. It’s been two days since he was released from the hospital and all JaeJoong’s been doing was fussing over him. Night and day.
“Are you sure? Do you want some tea or cookies? I made cookies.” JaeJoong said as he bit his lip anxiously.
“I’ve had nothing but tea and cookies the past few days. Jae honestly, I’m okay.” Yunho said and pulled JaeJoong down next to him on the couch, arms wrapping securely around the others waist, keeping him from fidgeting or moving of any kind.
JaeJoong had his arms crossed; a pout on his face and Yunho chuckled lowly before taking the others chin and kissing him softly. “I know you’re worried but I’m okay love.” He said softly and he saw JaeJoong melt a little at that and the other gave him a resigned look before cuddling comfortably against the other.
The past two weeks has been a bit confusing but it was exhilarating, a bit like a sugar rush. They didn’t discuss what happened, didn’t question any of it just went with it. The dynamics of their relationship were changing. Now when one embraced the other, it wasn’t out of habit or comfort, there was something else there lingering. It was in their kisses, in the way they touched and looked at each other.
“We have a performance tomorrow.” JaeJoong said distantly, eyes trained on the television. He hummed his acknowledgement, face buried in JaeJoong’s hair.
“They make me angry.” JaeJoong said softly as his hands clenched. Yunho closed his eyes and pulled him closer, softly kissing his neck before resting his forehead on the others shoulder.
“Let it go, Jae.”
JaeJoong made a surprised noise before pushing away from him and standing up. His eyes were angry, blazing with fire and Yunho raised an eyebrow in question.
“They poisoned you and I should just let it go?” JaeJoong said angrily and Yunho sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“What else do you think we should do?” Yunho asked him patiently. This was a conversation they had many times now.
“I don’t know damnit! Do you know how terrified I was? How could you be so fucking calm!” JaeJoong yelled. His eyes were angry and terrified, hands clenched at his sides and Yunho stood up and wrapped his arms around JaeJoong.
JaeJoong struggled against him for awhile but soon leaned heavily against him, the fight leaving his body. He continued to hold him, ran his hands through his soft hair, burying his face in it as the smell and jasmine and vanilla assaulted his senses.
“I hate them.” JaeJoong murmured against his chest over and over again and he nodded, closing his eyes and just breathed in JaeJoong’s scent. There was nothing more soothing than his scent Yunho discovered.
“You’re not listening.” JaeJoong’s muffled accusation met Yunho’s ears and he just hummed along.
“Stop talking, Jae.” He said and he effectively shut the other up with his lips, his tongue running smoothly over the others and JaeJoong made an indignant noise in the back of his throat before giving in and kissing him back, biting his lower lip in retaliation.
Even if they’ve kissed what seems a million times before, lately it’s felt like it’s our first kiss every time. Every time our lips brush against each others, a soft caress of fingertips, a breathless sigh and it’s that tingling feeling that starts in your stomach, working its way all throughout your body. But we haven’t breached past that boundary just yet, that invisible line between kissing and full on body contact.
It wasn’t like they were in high school where they didn’t know what to do, it wasn’t even that they haven’t done it before because they have, that one time many years ago when curiosity won over sensibility but they haven’t ever since then. Since then it’s been a precarious balance between friendship and their image because passing that boundary would mean their relationship was real and it wasn’t just another act for everyone to see. That was something neither of us was willing to deal with just yet.
Yunho slid his hands through JaeJoong’s hair, relishing in the soft strands and moaning as JaeJoong’s hands slid around his waist, pulling him closer as his hands wandered underneath Yunho’s shirt. It felt like JaeJoong was igniting a trail of fire as his hands explored his skin. JaeJoong’s hands slid up running over his stomach where his newly formed abs was-something JaeJoong has grown quite fond of lately. He keened softly as JaeJoong rolled his thumb over his nipples and Yunho was pushing JaeJoong back until he fell on top of the couch, then he was straddling JaeJoong’s waist, wanting, needing to get closer, to somehow clench this burning inside.
Yunho rolled his hips, their erections brushing against each other making him gasp and push down harder. JaeJoong groaned lowly, moving his lips against his cheeks, sliding down his neck as his tongue slid out and teeth lightly grazed his pulse. It was hot, too hot and he couldn’t seem to get close enough. It was never enough and he pulled JaeJoong back, slamming their lips together and their hips found a rhythm of their own.
“Jae I need…” Yunho moaned out, he couldn’t seem to find the words, couldn’t even think properly not with JaeJoong hands clenching around his ass, pulling them closer, impossibly so.
“We should stop” JaeJoong groaned out even has his hands were pushing Yunho’s hips down, grinding up against him. Yunho made a light protesting sound but knew he was right. They needed to stop before this got too out of hand. With a last kiss they pulled apart, breathless and flushed. JaeJoong stood up as Yunho leaned against the couch, head back and eyes closed, trying to get his heart to beat at a normal pace.
“I’m going to take a shower” JaeJoong muttered, eyes glued to Yunho’s form then with great reluctance, he walked towards the bathroom, shutting the door quietly.
Yunho watched him go and contemplated silently, should he join? The offer was there, silently hanging in the air. He could just throw caution to the wind and walk in the bathroom, push JaeJoong against the shower wall and do the things he’s been fantasizing about. He shook his head, he couldn’t, they shouldn’t because Yunho knew, once they went past that invisible line, there was no turning back. There were so many things at risk; it was something they weren’t willing to risk just yet.
And so with that thought in mind, he thought of ways to get rid of his annoying erection. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, then an unbidden image of Changmin going at it with Junsu came to mind and he made a face, ugh well that certainly helped.
He turned on the TV and watched some soap opera re-run he saw last week with JaeJoong. Boo hoo, girl cries, don’t leave me, uh oh there he goes with that girl and Yunho snickered to himself. Twenty minutes later the shower door opened and Yunho’s eyes automatically shifted, mouth opening to ask if he wanted to eat and the words dying in his throat as he took in the image of JaeJoong in a towel. Wet. Naked.
Fuck it was going to be a long night.
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to be continued on part 03c
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“Changmin and Junsu, interesting development ne?” JaeJoong said to Yunho, nudging him lightly on the side. Yunho nodded his agreement, his mind still stuck on what JaeJoong said.
“I know you’re scared but if you truly want to be with him, if you truly love him, then he’s worth the pain and more.”
He said it with this look in his eyes; a look Yunho saw countless times yet never put too much thought in. Maybe he was more alike his brother than he originally thought, Yunho thought wryly. JaeJoong was fussing with his pillow, fluffing Yunho’s, tucking him in place as he settled comfortably next to him. Yunho observed him quietly, saw how his chestnut hair would fall over his eyes, saw the way his eyes crinkled slightly in concentration and annoyance-the pillow refused to fluff the way he wanted it to-and saw how the moonlight peeking through the blinds highlighted his features slightly, he looked beautiful.
This wasn’t the first time Yunho thought JaeJoong looked beautiful but this was the first time he took his breath away, the first time his heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest because he was breathtaking, beautiful in this small hospital room and Yunho wanted nothing more than to pull him closer and kiss him; kiss him until all Yunho could think, breathe, was JaeJoong.
JaeJoong settled down next to him, finally content and wrapped his arms around his waist, and raised an eyebrow when he noticed Yunho has been staring. “What?” but all Yunho heard was JaeJoong’s husky timbre, the way his lips moved, the way they seemed so luscious and inviting.
He pulled JaeJoong closer until their faces were aligned and he leaved forward, brushing his lips softly against JaeJoong’s. He faintly heard a surprised gasp escaping JaeJoong’s lips but he was too focused on how perfect his lips fit against the others to really take notice. He softly ran his tongue along the others bottom lip, requesting permission and when JaeJoong opened his lips timidly, he delved in eager to explore that familiar territory once again except this time felt different somehow.
JaeJoong’s mouth was warm, their tongues sliding against each other in a familiar dance, one teasing while the other followed, and nothing ever felt so right. They pulled apart breathless, JaeJoong’s breath softly fanning his face and Yunho leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then his eyelids, just a light brushing barely there kind of kiss and then he was kissing his cheeks, the skin soft and blemish free, and finally he kissed those luscious lips again.
“What…?”JaeJoong questioned eyes hazy and his cheeks lightly flushed.
He wasn’t sure why himself honestly. The need, the desire to kiss him was there, so strong, and he gave in. He could blame the medication but he knew that wasn’t right. There was something between them, something other than their friendship, other than their deception and he was willing to accept it. He could deny it but with the recent happenings, he found himself not wanting to. He’s been running for so long and if tonight, by some chance something really went wrong, he wouldn’t have been able to see JaeJoong again and that was wrong and scary.
“I don’t know” He replied honestly, softly caressing JaeJoong’s cheeks. He smiled as JaeJoong leaned in, eyes closing as a soft sigh escaped him.
Unanswered questions danced in the air but for now, it was okay. This moment was all that mattered. In the small uncomfortable hospital bed with the moonlight peeking through the blinds, nothing felt more magical than this moment.
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Two Weeks Later
“Would you stop fussing already? I’m fine.” Yunho said exasperated and batted away JaeJoong’s hands. It’s been two days since he was released from the hospital and all JaeJoong’s been doing was fussing over him. Night and day.
“Are you sure? Do you want some tea or cookies? I made cookies.” JaeJoong said as he bit his lip anxiously.
“I’ve had nothing but tea and cookies the past few days. Jae honestly, I’m okay.” Yunho said and pulled JaeJoong down next to him on the couch, arms wrapping securely around the others waist, keeping him from fidgeting or moving of any kind.
JaeJoong had his arms crossed; a pout on his face and Yunho chuckled lowly before taking the others chin and kissing him softly. “I know you’re worried but I’m okay love.” He said softly and he saw JaeJoong melt a little at that and the other gave him a resigned look before cuddling comfortably against the other.
The past two weeks has been a bit confusing but it was exhilarating, a bit like a sugar rush. They didn’t discuss what happened, didn’t question any of it just went with it. The dynamics of their relationship were changing. Now when one embraced the other, it wasn’t out of habit or comfort, there was something else there lingering. It was in their kisses, in the way they touched and looked at each other.
“We have a performance tomorrow.” JaeJoong said distantly, eyes trained on the television. He hummed his acknowledgement, face buried in JaeJoong’s hair.
“They make me angry.” JaeJoong said softly as his hands clenched. Yunho closed his eyes and pulled him closer, softly kissing his neck before resting his forehead on the others shoulder.
“Let it go, Jae.”
JaeJoong made a surprised noise before pushing away from him and standing up. His eyes were angry, blazing with fire and Yunho raised an eyebrow in question.
“They poisoned you and I should just let it go?” JaeJoong said angrily and Yunho sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“What else do you think we should do?” Yunho asked him patiently. This was a conversation they had many times now.
“I don’t know damnit! Do you know how terrified I was? How could you be so fucking calm!” JaeJoong yelled. His eyes were angry and terrified, hands clenched at his sides and Yunho stood up and wrapped his arms around JaeJoong.
JaeJoong struggled against him for awhile but soon leaned heavily against him, the fight leaving his body. He continued to hold him, ran his hands through his soft hair, burying his face in it as the smell and jasmine and vanilla assaulted his senses.
“I hate them.” JaeJoong murmured against his chest over and over again and he nodded, closing his eyes and just breathed in JaeJoong’s scent. There was nothing more soothing than his scent Yunho discovered.
“You’re not listening.” JaeJoong’s muffled accusation met Yunho’s ears and he just hummed along.
“Stop talking, Jae.” He said and he effectively shut the other up with his lips, his tongue running smoothly over the others and JaeJoong made an indignant noise in the back of his throat before giving in and kissing him back, biting his lower lip in retaliation.
Even if they’ve kissed what seems a million times before, lately it’s felt like it’s our first kiss every time. Every time our lips brush against each others, a soft caress of fingertips, a breathless sigh and it’s that tingling feeling that starts in your stomach, working its way all throughout your body. But we haven’t breached past that boundary just yet, that invisible line between kissing and full on body contact.
It wasn’t like they were in high school where they didn’t know what to do, it wasn’t even that they haven’t done it before because they have, that one time many years ago when curiosity won over sensibility but they haven’t ever since then. Since then it’s been a precarious balance between friendship and their image because passing that boundary would mean their relationship was real and it wasn’t just another act for everyone to see. That was something neither of us was willing to deal with just yet.
Yunho slid his hands through JaeJoong’s hair, relishing in the soft strands and moaning as JaeJoong’s hands slid around his waist, pulling him closer as his hands wandered underneath Yunho’s shirt. It felt like JaeJoong was igniting a trail of fire as his hands explored his skin. JaeJoong’s hands slid up running over his stomach where his newly formed abs was-something JaeJoong has grown quite fond of lately. He keened softly as JaeJoong rolled his thumb over his nipples and Yunho was pushing JaeJoong back until he fell on top of the couch, then he was straddling JaeJoong’s waist, wanting, needing to get closer, to somehow clench this burning inside.
Yunho rolled his hips, their erections brushing against each other making him gasp and push down harder. JaeJoong groaned lowly, moving his lips against his cheeks, sliding down his neck as his tongue slid out and teeth lightly grazed his pulse. It was hot, too hot and he couldn’t seem to get close enough. It was never enough and he pulled JaeJoong back, slamming their lips together and their hips found a rhythm of their own.
“Jae I need…” Yunho moaned out, he couldn’t seem to find the words, couldn’t even think properly not with JaeJoong hands clenching around his ass, pulling them closer, impossibly so.
“We should stop” JaeJoong groaned out even has his hands were pushing Yunho’s hips down, grinding up against him. Yunho made a light protesting sound but knew he was right. They needed to stop before this got too out of hand. With a last kiss they pulled apart, breathless and flushed. JaeJoong stood up as Yunho leaned against the couch, head back and eyes closed, trying to get his heart to beat at a normal pace.
“I’m going to take a shower” JaeJoong muttered, eyes glued to Yunho’s form then with great reluctance, he walked towards the bathroom, shutting the door quietly.
Yunho watched him go and contemplated silently, should he join? The offer was there, silently hanging in the air. He could just throw caution to the wind and walk in the bathroom, push JaeJoong against the shower wall and do the things he’s been fantasizing about. He shook his head, he couldn’t, they shouldn’t because Yunho knew, once they went past that invisible line, there was no turning back. There were so many things at risk; it was something they weren’t willing to risk just yet.
And so with that thought in mind, he thought of ways to get rid of his annoying erection. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, then an unbidden image of Changmin going at it with Junsu came to mind and he made a face, ugh well that certainly helped.
He turned on the TV and watched some soap opera re-run he saw last week with JaeJoong. Boo hoo, girl cries, don’t leave me, uh oh there he goes with that girl and Yunho snickered to himself. Twenty minutes later the shower door opened and Yunho’s eyes automatically shifted, mouth opening to ask if he wanted to eat and the words dying in his throat as he took in the image of JaeJoong in a towel. Wet. Naked.
Fuck it was going to be a long night.
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to be continued on part 03c