Devil in the Night part 2
Title: Devil in the Night
Length: 2/2
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: NC-17
Genre: sex, romance, slight horror
Summary: Melting like ice, hissing like cats. The bass of the club pounds the floor Yunho walks on, making his uneven steps lead the university student to the alluring siren's call of the experienced Kim Jaejoong. A one night stand on all Hallow's Eve, demons watching, witches cackling, makes for a lasting story.
plot by mathildac3
Click here for part 1
"Why don't we go get something to drink," Jaejoong suggested. Yunho nodded in return and allowed the man take his elbow and lead him over to the bar. They settled into two open stools in the middle of the bar, the bartender flashing a knowing smile at the pair.
Yunho buried his face in his hands as it dawned on him that this night might have been enchanted by some spell the beautiful stranger had sung over him, and it might last all night.
"Free drinks now, boys," she said in a yipped tone. Jaejoong ordered for Yunho and himself before striking up the easiest conversation he could think of.
"If you didn't come here for sex, why are you here?" he asked.
Blinking a few times in thought, Yunho ducked his head and shrugged. "My friends dragged me here saying it would be fun... I," he watched as the bartender put his drink in front of him but he didn't move to touch it, "I didn't know what I was expecting."
Another pint of pity welled in Jaejoong when the other man's brown puppy eyes looked up at him. "Well, no one ever is when it comes to this place." He took a swig of his own drink and watched as Yunho turned to play with the rim of his glass. Rolling the liquid in his mouth, Jaejoong tried to think of something to say, but the long fingers sliding over the wet glass, poking and prodding it with a relaxed force, made his blood rush south. "But are you gay?" he blurted out.
Yunho sputtered loudly, and it made Jaejoong laugh into the cool glass he had pressed against his smile. The student looked wide eyed down at the bar as he weighed his words on his lips. "Yes," he said looking up at Jaejoong's sparkling eyes still full of laughter, "though... I've never been in a... relationship," he added with a blush.
Taking another sip of his drink before finally setting it down, Jaejoong shook his head. "They really are not worth it. If you wanna fuck someone, just find someone then be done with it. Hanging on only leads to falling, I can tell you that."
His arrogant voice and cold eyes made it obvious the man was defensive when it comes to the strings of his heart. It was any ones guess that they have been pulled and yanked, ripped and frayed out, long before he claimed Yunho in the club. The idea of the shorter man being so earnestly against anything beyond sex made a bad taste wash against the back of Yunho's throat. It was a red zone, so he tried to wash it with a drink of his scotch, but the liquid only made it sting more after he winced it down.
Neither man talked after that. They nursed their drinks with downcast eyes, Yunho let his shyness take him back into his shell and Jaejoong felt the boredom from earlier that night gather as fog over his head. He was agitated that even though he claimed Yunho, and it was obvious the student was attracted to him, he wouldn't lift his finger to touch the raven haired beauty. A sudden need to do something sparked in Jaejoong. He looked at Yunho licking his wet lips and touching his glass with his perfect fingers and the dam he had crafted broke very fast.
He took his near empty glass off the bar and downed the last sliver of liquid in one chug. The loudness of his gulp made Yunho turn to him with a soft, bored expression, just as Jaejoong had wanted. The black haired man pressed the still cold glass to his face and pushed out an exasperated moan. Yunho was taken aback by the sound, but he didn't look away. Jaejoong smirked, glad to have locked his attention, and then closed his eyes as he pressed his lips to the jagged surface in a sloppy and loud kiss. It didn't take long for Yunho to understand the man's intentions, he may be a virgin but he wasn't naive. As Jaejoong pressed his sinfully plump lips on his glass again, Yunho tried to drag his attention away by taking another drink. But from the corner of his eye he saw that Jaejoong was watching him. Their eyes met and Yunho had scotch tilted up and over his lips when Jaejoong poked his tongue against the bottom of his glass then dragged the curved muscle up, slowly, tantalizingly slow, up to the rim. There, he hooked the tip of his tongue and licked the wet glass with a short flick. Yunho's mind went to the tip of his cock and he ended up sputtering his drink over his face in a scared squeak.
Jaejoong dropped his glass and snatched a napkin from the bar. He picked Yunho's glass from his fingers and set it aside so he could lift his leg over Yunho's and slide onto the man's lap. The napkin pressed against his lips made Yunho look up and process that the man he had just met was slipping his ass comfortably over his hard tent. Jaejoong hooked his boots around the bar legs, making sure he won’t be going anywhere, and dabbed the scrunched up napkin on the tall man's wet chin. Yunho's hand were balled on the bar counter and his elbows lifted up like he was too scared to touch the other man. In his mind there was a chaos of questions ringing, but his arousal was by far the loudest.
He was so scared, and it was evident on his face and his hand gestures, but mirrored by the way his hard cock pressed into the crack of Jaejoong's ass and his cheeks were fire red. Jaejoong found his awkward position amusing, as if he were a nervous high school kid, and thought that was extremely cute.
Without warning, he tried to pull the university student's collar up so he could claim his lips in a kiss, but Yunho stopped him with a hard shove to his shoulders, "Stop!" he pleaded, and Jaejoong did. He took one looked at Yunho's almost panicked expression and could not help but be annoyed at the boy, but also couldn't help but feel like the bad guy.
Jaejoong let go of his collar and leaned back, resting his elbows on the bar counter, to rake his mind with what to do while Yunho was still blushing like a mad man. He looked down at Jaejoong's chest and realized he was still clutching the other's thin, low cut shirt. Yunho's hips rolled and his fully hard dick pressed into Jaejoong roughly before he could control himself. A smirk played Jaejoong's face as he grabbed Yunho's hands and used them to push himself up on the bar counter. He turned to Yunho with flaming eyes and a grin.
"You say you don't want to fuck me, but I know that is a damn lie - your cock is harder than mine!" Jaejoong was almost rabid as he demanded Yunho to still his hands on his thighs. "I came here tonight to get fucked, not to speed date!" He let go of his iron clasp on Yunho's wrists when the man obediently grabbed the muscle, and started fiddling with the zipper on his pants. Yunho watched with a slacked jaw as the man unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard, blood filled dick.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Yunho's high voice demanded in a pitch of terror. Jaejoong fisted the base of his cock and started pumping it hard and unforgivingly slow.
"You don't want to fuck me, fine, I'll just fuck myself!" The man grounded out thorough a moan. His head fell back on his shoulders as his fist worked his dick to its full length. Fingers that slid over the pink base were coated with his leaking of precum and spread the translucent glaze down his hard shaft. Yunho was completely taken aback by the actions of the other man. He watched him jerk himself off with disgust that was being shaded with attraction every pump of jaejoong's hand.
He didn't want to be and there was a voice cawing inside of him that said he shouldn't, but watching Jaejoong was turning him on more than any porn he watched with the lights off and doors locked at midnight ever had. There was a tug at him to encase the man's pretty hands and pump them faster to give Jaejoong the release he knew would look so good, but his fingers just dug into the leopard print pants hard enough to leave bruises.
Yunho was so at war with himself in his head that he didn't notice the man who was sitting next to him had his eyes completely covering Jaejoong's body. The bartender, as well as another man standing on the other side of Yunho, had stopped for the show. Jaejoong kept moaning and dragging his fist up and down in the slowest torture he could manage, his body shivering every time he touched the sensitive head, and a grin plastered on his face as he watched the small crowd gawk at him.
"Hey, kid," the man who had come up alongside where Jaejoong had been sitting broke in with a deep voice, "if you’re not going to fuck that, why not let me?" With bulging arms and a shaved head the man looked military, but Yunho was too burnt to register anything but the man's sleazy grin.
"How about you just fuck off!" Yunho blurted before he thought about it. He turned his fierce eyes back to Jaejoong and felt a wave of irrational possessiveness wash over his brain like lava.
He wrapped his arms around the smaller man's waist and pulled him flush against his chest, hiding his cock and working hands from the view of the other men. The arm that Jaejoong had been using to prop himself up on the bar wrapped around Yunho's neck and gripped the base of his hair with a tug.
"Yunho," Jaejoong moaned out as he fell heavy into the man's arms. The student showed his teeth to the crowd as he kicked his bar stool to the ground and pulled Jaejoong off the bar into his chest. Boots gladly wrapped around Yunho's waist, digging into the rippling muscles as he lifted the black haired stranger and carried him away from the small crowd and down the edge of the dance floor. Jaejoong's hand was off his dick, now fisting the last remaining buttons of Yunho's shirt, and his other hand flexed in the boy's soft brown tresses.
They spilled onto the same black sofa that Yunho had sat on earlier. Pulling back with a huffing, short breath, Yunho looked down at the hand pulling at his black shirt and followed the ivory pole to Jaejoong's parted lips and pleading eyes. There was a red flush covering his cheeks and went down under the deep v-neck of his shirt. Yunho's hands ran up the other's sides to cup the back of Jaejoong's arms. His fingers raked down the pretty skin to his hands, pushing them off him and sliding their conjoined hands down between Jaejoong's spread legs. They worked together to again grasp the pretty man's painfully hard cock. Jaejoong's hands were under Yunho's as they slid up and down his hard shaft, precum wetted their laced together fingers and made them wonderfully sticky. Jaejoong watched in open mouthed moans as Yunho's eyes watched his cock, and in them sparked something the word innocence would give no justice to. The student groaned out a low breath that was louder than any Jaejoong had given yet, and the sound made more cum bubble over the mushroom head of his dick.
Then Yunho looked up and his wide eyes locked with Jaejoong's, they were screaming with unfiltered desire and a dog's need to dominate. Jaejoong's head fell back in submission, his neck stretched out in a moan and a need to be touched. He whimpered when he felt Yunho's lips stretch over his cock. Swallowing him, it felt, as he licked the inches slowly with his eager tongue into his mouth. He forced himself to look down and saw the student's furrowed eyebrows and the ring of wetness his salivating mouth was leaving in the middle of his shaft.
Jaejoong's cock pressed hard into the back of Yunho's throat as he jerked up with convulsed muscles and a whisping moan. His cum spurted out and into Yunho's mouth, making the boy gag at the unfamiliar taste and pull his head back from the leaking cock. Jaejoong bucked his hips again and pressed his head against Yunho's wet, red, bow shaped lips. Jaejoong's white cum smeared in a glaze over the brunette's cheek and lips as he kept pumping the base and pressing it against his face.
A somber laugh bit from Jaejoong's lips. "Ah, now I'm embarrassed. I usually don't come that fast." He ran one hand down the side of his neck as he pushed with the other one to make himself sit up better on the couch. Yunho sat back on his heels and watched the older man's soft dick with a lingering lick of his lips. He had his palms resting on Jaejoong's knees but the more the pretty boy let out his melodious laughter and moved his hips around, the more Yunho's fingers itched to move. He walked his hands up the rough leopard print of the stranger's jeans and rubbed wide ovals into the muscle that was taught from the touch.
Jaejoong's breath caught in his throat as he watched Yunho stroking his inner thighs. With half opened eyes and a half hearted laugh Jaejoong smiled. "Seconds? I didn't figure you...," his cocky voice faded out as he watched Yunho's hands move higher on his body, stroking his hip bones. A finger traced the gentle curve of the bone while his palm dug into the tender flesh right beside his hardening cock.
"I don't want to stop... just getting here...," Yunho's breath was a whisper, and it was so low Jaejoong couldn't hear it over the music still pounding from the dance floor not an inch from them. But when the boy looked up he saw the darkness of his eyes cast a shadow over his rational thoughts and the part of the human mind that was of animal's decent was in control.
The raven haired stranger grinned like a cat. "Then follow me," he said as he pulled Yunho off the couch and lead him down the far edge of the dance floor. In the flashing red lights, Jaejoong didn't care about anyone seeing his half hard cock hanging out of his jeans. He pulled them both into a hallway that branched off the back corner of the club. It was a long, dreary lit hall that had tall doors lining the shabby wallpaper. Most of the doors had white pieces of paper hanging from the knobs but Jaejoong was quick in finding a bare one and pushing the door open.
They tumbled into the room together. Jaejoong let go of Yunho's hand and made quick work of yanking his tight pants off his legs and pulling off his shirt. His head popped out from his collar and before he could throw it down Yunho was pulling him by his waist to kiss again. The student reached one hand up and took the balled up glossy shirt and gently pushed it from Jaejoong's hands to let it fall on the ground. Their lips were pressed against each other, gently moving, innocently pushing, but not open.
"Haa," Yunho broke the kiss with a gasping moan. He grabbed for air like he was starved, tucking his head down and taking angry gulps. Jaejoong dropped his shirt to the floor and cupped Yunho's face. Not speaking, just shared, thick breaths, Jaejoong pulled the boy by his chin to the bed. The stranger backed up and let the bed's end bend his knees so he laid down in front of Yunho. He pulled the student on top of him, he was all to eager to join.
Yunho's face showed his need, a reach for Jaejoong's waist with his eyes closed. He circled the stranger's naked waist in his arms and pulled their chests together. In sync they moaned at the touch, and both arched to get every inch of hot, dirty with sweat skin in contact. Yunho groaned out loud as he heaved the pretty boy to the top of the bed, pressing his tousled raven hair against the head board, and then pressing his ivory back into the mattress to pull himself up as well. Jaejoong's hands never left Yunho's face. As the student's breath mingled with his again Jaejoong pulled his open mouth into a sloppy kiss.
"Yunho," the stranger murmured into his tongue. The other groaned and kissed him so hard it felt like a bite. They licked the inside of each other's mouths hard, parched for weeks, begging with their bodies as they ground and slipped their hard cocks on each other's arching pelvic bones.
Parting for breath was hard. They didn't turn away for clean air but instead breathed the sour carbon that was fogged on their grey skin in the darkness. Jaejoong whimpered as he pulled away, letting go of Yunho made his skin itch from the loss, but he had to reach over to the nightstand. He pulled out a packet of lube. Yunho watched him in disinterest as he ripped the plastic with his teeth and let the gel puddle on his open hand. When he reached down between their inflamed bodies, Yunho lifted up to his knees and cupped the back of Jaejoong's knees to spread them wide.
"Gods," Jaejoong's head fell back on his shoulders as he slid his dripping wet palm against his hole. Yunho's fingers picked up the globs dripping down onto the bed sheets and pushed them into the gripping pink entrance. Their slick digits tied and toyed together as they both pushed at the ring of muscles. Pushing in and taking turns getting the black haired beauty ready, their fingers were working in sync without any words or looking at each other Yunho and the pretty stranger were tied to the same frequency. Jaejoong's breath was uneven and his words were hastily strung together pleas. Every time he took a breath Yunho let out a moan of his own, making the room never silent.
Yunho's two fingers were pushing in easy, sliding almost lazy in and out of the bright pink hole, while Jaejoong had two of his own fingers pressing like Yunho's moans, thrusting in every time the others went out. He was pulling at his muscles and scissoring his hole with abandonment desire, thrillingly fucking himself like he deserved it. Yunho grabbed the boy's wrist and pulled it away, leaving the hole gaping air and the boy cursing venom. He lifted both of Jaejoong's arms and locked them around his neck before reaching between them again and pressing his cock head against the needy entrance.
He pushed into his balls in one thrust. He didn't hold back because he knew Jaejoong was arching under him and whimpering so loudly because he couldn't wait. Yunho pounded him deep, pulling his dripping shaft out and plunging it back in with a long slap and a short moan. Jaejoong's fingers were twitching in the nape of the student's neck, taking in fists of the hair and pulling them then letting it go and petting the brunette strands. His arms were pulling the boy down onto this chest, shaking with the pleasure, his over heated muscles shivering from the want. The moans and unrecognizable words spilling from his lips were lost in the thicket of the top of Yunho's head. He pressed his mouth against the boy's head, while Yunho pressed his mouth against Jaejoong's chest to try and keep his own chanting of the other's name down.
They slid together like two bones being cracked back into place. Yunho braced Jaejoong's skinny waist and fucked him like he wanted to break it. He was hungry, his dick was painfully hard, and Jaejoong was beautifully tight around him. His skin felt like it was melting into the strangers heat. All the strange of the night forgotten, the fear evaporated away, and all that was left was a hunger he was feeding with this meat. He gasped and begged into Jaejoong's chest. He could feel the strangers heartbeat against his swollen lips like it wanted to jump out of his chest cavity for him.
"Ah, yes," Jaejoong moaned. Yunho was pounding him as hard as he could, his thighs were aching and Jaejoong's ass was turning red was the abusive slaps. The dick inside of him was grazing past his bundle of nerves, not hitting it but ghosting by it, and that made him more delirious than anything. His head laid back on the pillow heavily, the top of his messy hair getting pressing into the headboard with every thrust. Yunho's hands were gripping tighter and tighter as they both felt how close they were getting.
Without announcing it, Yunho sunk his dick in as far as he could and let his cum bubble into the other's well worked hole. "Mine," Yunho growled into Jaejoong's skin as he released into him, marking and claiming the boy with himself. "Mine."
Jaejoong let out a long groan and rolled his hips on Yunho's dick. He pressed his stomach up, trapping his cock between the two men's taught ab muscles, and only had to feel the strength and the quivering in the other's stomach to get the friction he needed to release as well.
The moment lifted from them like smoke coiling from a fire. Yunho slipped out of Jaejoong, his limp dick coming out with a dribble of clear cum, then laid back down on the other's chest. Though he was smaller than the student, Jaejoong didn't complain about the weight on him. Instead he smiled and cradled the man head in his arms, letting him nuzzle his face into the crook of his neck.
They laid silently and didn't care. Yunho was drinking in the raven haired boy's after sex scent while Jaejoong had his nose buried in the other's hair warm and comfortable. They were not cold laying on top of the beds blankets and neither moved to try and get under them. A somber dullness was what kept them.
Yunho realized he felt like he belonged here, for the moment. Laying with Jaejoong, the man's legs pressed against his sides and his gradually evening heart beating into his ear, was the most welcome he had ever felt. The man held his head close like it was precious, and in turn Yunho tightened his hold on Jaejoong's waist. Their eyes drifted closed then, at the same time though they didn't see it then. Breaths evening out and hearts beating together, syncing, sinking like rocks into each other.
He wasn't thinking about the fact that they had just met. Or that the matchmaker laughed at them behind his forked tongue. Neither was thinking about the alcohol or the loneliness that was pumping through their veins. Laying together after sex didn't feel as foreign as it usually did for Jaejoong. With Yunho, it felt like they had done the same scene a thousand times. There was no wondering if this is what he wanted, or if he was keeping him from something because the boy was just trying to be nice and humor Jaejoong. It was one of the only times in Jaejoong's murky life that he was with someone he knew, not just someone who thought they knew him. He smiled into Yunho's hair and blew out a shaky breath that sounded like the student's name.
It was easy to fall asleep in his match's arms, but morning was hard for Yunho, just as he assumed it would be. He woke up to an empty bed, the blankets they had not covered up last night was pulled out from under him and was hanging off his torso. His skin was a light shade of cold and his head was groggy, not enough alcohol to make it hurt, but the memories assaulted him and slowed him down like an over worked computer. Sitting up slightly and lifting his hand to run through his oil coated hair, Yunho groaned loudly so he didn't hear the sounds of the water switching off and the bathroom door opening.
"You're awake?" Jaejoong's voice shocked him and caught up his throat like it was wrapped in metal thread. Yunho meekly turned under his raised hand and looked at the devilish stranger sit down beside him with a towel tied low on his hips. "Morning," he greeted simply, but he had a soft questioning in his eyes, His match's behavior of sighing and rubbing his head not an unfamiliar thing to the shorter man.
Yunho nodded ungratefully. He breathed deep and massaged into his frowned brow line with almost too much pressure. Jaejoong noticed his conflicting facial expressions and leaned in, but before the words are you okay could slip past his pretty plump lips Yunho's hand clapped down on his sheet covered thigh in a rawer. "I shouldn't have done this, Jae-ah. I don't know what the hell came over me but I really, really shouldn't have done this."
Retracting his hand, Jaejoong breathed out lowly, his chest and shoulders sunk like the air had just been squeezed from him. A forced smile played where concern once was and he shrugged his heavy limbs lightly. "Hey, it's okay. It was just a one night thing you know. It's in the past already." It wasn't particularly hard to force the words out and make them seem real. It wasn't the first time he had his matches scream at him for leading them on, pitying themselves, and regretting their night, all while reducing Jaejoong and his emotions and experience to an objectified 'this'. He was asking for it, was all he ever got, and it wouldn't have even bothered him if Yunho wasn't such a damn nice guy. The things he said and did, fueled by lust or alcohol, last night was something Jaejoong had never been the receiving party of. Having a guy defend you, and get angry over someone else looking at you, then marring you as his in the best sex he has had in years, all wasn't something that he was going to forget anytime soon. But Yunho wanted for forget it, so he suppose it should be forgotten. But he didn't want to.
The man was back to running his pretty hands through his hair and Jaejoong chewed on his lip to think of what he could do to get the man to look up. He stood up and fished the maroon pants from their jumble on the floor and slipped Yunho's cell phone out of his pocket. "Here," he called as he threw it over to land on Yunho's knee. The man looked up and Jaejoong smiled again. "You better call a ride because I'm about to head out. You could get a cab, but this place is even weirder in the mornings, I assure you." Then he tilted his head to punctuate the end of his sentence, his washed hair flowed like silken strands over his pale, thin, shoulder and the ghost of a blush make his cheeks patchy with their pink tint, different now that the man had a freshened face aglow in the sunlight coming in from the window behind Yunho. He disappeared into in the bathroom again, and Yunho's stomach was lurching.
The student left his cell on the bed, not bothering with it, as he cradled his head in both hands. Watching Jaejoong walk into the bathroom with such a defeated face felt like a moment had slipped through his fingers. Like a winter's sunny day wasted in a chilled bed, or a warm spring rain wasted watching from a cold window. Something that came around like a blue moon and you had to know what you wanted and reach for the hour hand or it will tick on by and you will be left with your arms extended and ranting inside your head about what you could have done. What you should have done.
Yunho gripped his hair hard and whimpered at himself. Jaejoong wasn't a day, though, he was a person. A very different person living in a very different world from Yunho. They had no business being together, Yunho didn't even want to meet the man in the first place. What could possibility grow out of the nothing that was between them. But just as Yunho was fretting over his internal monologue, Jaejoong walked out of the bathroom with nothing on but his baggy shirt he had worn the night before and a smile on his face. His hair was shook out and frizzy and his doe eyes were brown in the soft yellow light of the morning. The student whimpered at him and turned his face down to the mattress again.
Yunho felt the weight of the situation blow into him like a heavy snowfall. He raised his hands to cover his face from the assault but it didn't help. He felt a weight pressing on his entire body, embarrassment and regret. Looking at the other man in the sunlight made Yunho all the more cold with the realization of last night.
Jaejoong walked up to the bed and whispered close to Yunho, "What's wrong?" His breath was warm against the chill but didn't break it. Yunho forced himself to look up through his frosted eyelashes and fringe to look at Jaejoong's eyes. There was a warmth in the pretty boy's black eyes that was not there on the dance floor last night, but somehow the change wasn't terribly shocking to Yunho. Looking into his softened features was comforting, but at the same time it made his breath catch in his throat. His nervousness was a barricade for his words and he could not speak if he tried.
"Yunho-ah, what is it?" Jaejoong insisted again, his voice harsh with worry.
It felt to him like a betrayal to everything that happened last night if he didn't tell Jaejoong that he was his first. All of the trust and the intimacy would have lead to nothing if he didn't tell. But the thought that the man might not care, would laugh at him, that he was not actually as warm as his coal eyes suggested, was a crippling fear on the young student. He had a coiling respect and admiration for the raven haired stranger that was fragile and beautiful as blown glass.
"I just... you should know...," he started but trailed off with a defeated whimper. His wide-eyed infatuation for the other man was the only thing that was giving him strength. The maybes of something that might be if he told was gleaming in Jaejoong's eyes. He looked up once more and sucked in a breath. "I was a virgin," he exhaled lightly.
"I noticed," Jaejoong answered without missing a breath and it was so opposing of everything he had assumed Yunho felt his mouth fall open. "But hey, it's nothing to be ashamed about. Everyone has a first," he continued with a soft tone.
Jaejoong sighed as he flopped down on the bed next to Yunho. He propped himself up and looked with a short smile at the shock on the other's face. "My first time was when I was 18," he started lightly.
"18?" Yunho breathed back with a touch of shock.
Jaejoong nodded and his smile flicked. "He was 5 years older than me, had a killer body, and promised me everything. I remember he told me, 'Jaejoong, I'm going to take you to France.' So I let him fuck me one night when my parents were out," he paused and a ghost walked past his eyes, "I didn't see him for a week after that. I went to his house and found out from his brother that he had been seeing some chick the whole time he was with me. He never apologized, even when I told him I knew. It made me feel like an idiot. But his brother offered to fuck me to make me feel better." A quirk in his smile read as painful and Yunho reached out his hand to grip the boy's shoulder. "No, it's okay," Jaejoong's pretty smile was back and his laughter was warm again. "I'm a bitter bastard now, but it's a good thing."
Yunho shook his head and his hand tightened on Jaejoong's shoulder. "I don't think you're bitter," he spoke in a whisper and when it blew past Jaejoong it left him blushing pink and turning his face down in cute shame. "That guy was the idiot, not you, Jae." Pale, and skinny fingers twitched on the bed sheets as Yunho talked. Jaejoong bit back his pooling emotions and cynical laughter to reach out and grab for Yunho's cell phone still laying beside him. He flipped it open and typed in his number with surprisingly steady hands.
"This will...," Jaejoong's voice left him like air deflating. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What I meant by telling you that... is that your first is really all about you, not the other guy. When you feel that vulnerability and see how you act in the most intimate of situations, you figure who you are." He paused to click around on the keypad of Yunho's phone. "I know you are a really great guy, Yunho. I don't want to play you like he played me... asshole wouldn't look good on you...," he passed back the phone and Yunho brought it up to look at the new contact.
"My Jaejoong," he read from the screen. It was already set to speed dial number 6. "My Jaejoong?" he repeated as he looked up at the man.
"I hope it's not too much?" he asked with his feline smirk.
"No...," Yunho pressed in speed dial number 6 and from across the room Jaejoong phone started ringing. They both laughed as he stood up to retrieve it.
Jaejoong flipped his phone open and pressed it to his ear. "Yun-ah," he sighed out in a groan that was loud against Yunho's ear, but not loud from the other side of the room. The student froze, a deer in the head lights, as his body warmed from the sound of the call and the sight of the raven haired boy leaning against the bathroom door way so his loose t-shirt rose up on his milky thighs. "Are you busy next month?" he asked in a pointed wonderment that was anything but a question.
"Yeah," Yunho's voice was weak with nervousness, but gruff with his will to meet the pretty boy half way with his fire. "I'm going to be buying myself a vampire cape."
A/N: I've been working on this for a long time. Even though it is cliche I don't care. I really like these cuties, and their sex.
I was going to upload this yesterday on April Fools... but I fooled myself into thinking I could get shit done on time. That's pretty funny~
As always, Thank you for reading! :) please remember to leave a comment!