Lick - Yunho/Jaejoong
Lick.
R (no sex, but almost there). Romance, Fluff
Yunho/Jaejoong
Jaejoong is drunk, and he turns up at Yunho's apartment a blubbering, giggling, vulgarity spewing, sexually charged mess.
A/N: I started this on 28th December 2009 - its been 6 years, oh my. I decided to get into writing again, and I have loads of half written posts everywhere, so here is to finishing them all up and posting them because I miss writing DBSK sfm. Comments are welcome, I hope my writing is still deserving of some.
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Jaejoong is a mess, a blubbering, giggling, vulgarity spewing, sexually charged hormone filled mess swaying violently from left to right that Yunho happens to find at the ungodly hour of 4.15 am in the morning as he opens the door, face masked with sleep and annoyance at the constant abuse his doorbell has been facing for the past five minutes. He expects to find an annoying drunk who has gotten the wrong apartment, but he is only one-third right.
"Jae..."
Yunho finds his voice thick with sleep, and he raises his hands to rub violently at his eyes. Jaejoong is a mess no doubt, but he is the prettiest, most fucking gorgeous one that Yunho has ever seen, ever.
(The first time Yunho saw Jaejoong, was the first time he ever set eyes on him. He wouldn't have called it love at first sight, but it sure as hell came in close.
"Hi... I'm Jaejoong."
"I'm Yunho."
Both boys had stared at each other as they stood, gangly and with the surrounding air of teens who hadn't yet grown into themselves. The space between them thick with the awkwardness of first meetings and a desperation to succeed, to make it big, to make something of themselves. Yunho found himself locking gazes with the raven haired boy in front of him, frame too small, chin too sharp and eyes too big. He hadn't grown into his full potential yet, raw, untouched by puberty, style and a well trained press persona, but Yunho (crooked teeth, hair too spiky and as unpolished as teenage boys were) felt the air knocked away from his lungs as he stared a second too long, the boy across him holding his gaze.
All he could think in that moment was that Jaejoong was beautiful.)
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"Yunhoooo~"
The drunk man lurches forward, and instinctively, Yunho opens his arms to catch him. Jaejoong clings to him, his hands grabbing at Yunho's shirt, arms hugging tightly around the taller man's body. He smells of alcohol and the charred bits from roasted meat, and Yunho knows almost immediately that Jaejoong has most likely been sitting on a plastic stool at a plastic table, by a roadside stall drinking himself silly and feasting on barbeqcued succulent meats.
Jaejoong's grip grows tighter, his embrace closer and the next thing he knows, Yunho feels legs hoist themselves up his own body and clamp around his waist as the very drunk singer with hair a dark, wine red opts for resting his head on his shoulder, his lips turned towards Yunho's neck where they start kissing a path down towards his collarbone. Jaejoong is asking for sex, and Yunho knows it, knows it from the way Jaejoong has begun moving his hands to stroke the back of his neck, knows it from the way Jaejoong is clinging on more tightly, knows it from the way that kisses are turning into gentle nips.
"I want you." is the breathless whisper that Yunho feels in his ear as the shorter of the two moves his head up, and he smiles, a soft chuckle coming from his lips, and in that moment Yunho thanks the heavens that he is strong enough to carry both their weight because the breath ghosting its way down to his collarbone, biting and sucking threatens to force his knees to buckle under him. So many goddamn years and his body still reacts the same way as it did the first time they kissed.
(It had been sudden, their first kiss - but at the same time, it seemed only right, something that was entirely natural, something that was meant to be.
It had been a thundery night, as rain pelted down onto the windowpanes of the apartment the five of them then shared. Yoochun had gone back to his mother's place for the night because he had missed her - taking Junsu with him, because where did they both not go together? Changmin had slipped out somewhere for the night - mumbling something neither of the two eldest had heard, and so here they lay, in Yunho's bed, the room illuminated bya single lava lamp and ocassional flashes of lightning.
"I hate it the thunder and lightning, but the rain I like."
"Mmmm"
"Jung Yunho, are you falling asleep on me?"
"Mmrgh"
They were both in Yunho's bed, because well - it was a normal occurance, even with the other three in the house, it was just something that they both did. It had started during their trainee days when Jaejoong had slipped under Yunho's covers one night, uninvited and at his own insistence, claiming he was bored and lonely and needed company. They had talked into the wee hours - as dawn cracked on the edge of the Seoul skyline, before slipping off into a deep slumber for a few hours.
That first morning, Yunho had woke, only to find himself nose to nose with a sleeping Jaejoong, and he felt his heart flip in his chest. It became their routine ever so often (too often), and neither had ever bothered to stop and question why.
"Wake. up. you twit."
Yunho felt a hand whack his bicep and he groaned in protest as he reached forward, arms failing as he tried to grab the thinner of the two. Eyes fluttering open as he pulled himself back from the edge of sleep he was at a moment ago, the dancer grabbed onto Jaejoong's forearm.
"Violence is never the answer." the sentence came out, a semi growl from his threat as Jaejoong yelped ansd twisted under the sheets, body writhing in attempt to worm his way from the leader's iron grasp among shouts of 'asshole', 'abuse' and other vulgaririties Yunho didn't care to remember.
Yunho gave a throaty chuckle as he held onto Jaejoong's forearm with ease, he was glad he was the stronger of them two. Grinning in the dark of the room, his teeth shining a pearly white, Yunho raised a brow.
"You are so noisy. Hasn't anyone told you that?"
"Noisy? Well, excuse me you violent, uncultured manchild, you are going to leave bruises on my arm if you don't let go. This is abuse! I am pretty sure of it, I-"
It had just happened, Yunho was watching Jaejoong's lips move at furious speed, a ruby red in the dim glow of the lamp, and the next thing he knew he had pulled the lead singer towards him, hands releasing his forearm and coming to a wind around his hips. Yunho didn't know what had possessed him to, but in that moment - it seemed like a totally logical impulse, and his pressed his lips to Jaejoong's. Their eyes locked as Yunho pushed his lips gently against the older's, and he sensed surprise through Jaejoong's eyes, but it was a fleeting second and the next thing Yunho knew, both their eyes were closed and he could feel Jaejoong smirk against his lips. Yunho's own hands had slipped over Jaejoong's shirt, feeling the crevices of his body that Yunho already knew so well. He remembered moaning, a strangled sound from the back of his throat as Jaejoong ran his fingertips down Yunho's hard earned abs, exploring, touching (and oh god) and made a mental note to himself there and then that sleeping shirtless was possibly the wisest decision of his life.
They are lying down, a tangle of limbs as they both fought for dominance, but Yunho feels his knees turn to jelly as his stomach and heart turn happily. He isn't sure what this feeling it entirely, but Yunho thinks maybe, just maybe, this might be love.)
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Jaejoong is adorable when he is drunk, but Yunho doesn't dare say such out loud, because Jaejoong hates being called adorable. He finds it too childish, too girly, too insulting, but Yunho thinks it is the truth, and nothing but the truth. He knows he shouldn't be pleased, because he hates when Jaejoong drinks so much - hates it when he drinks at all in fact, because the lead singer didn't have an ounce of self-control once he started with the alcohol, but Yunho can't help but tighten his grip around the elder's waist as he shifts both of them around with a dancer's grace to shut the door of his apartment which clicks shut, the electronic lock securing itself. Jaejoong has always been the more affectionate of the two, because he is just less controlled, more out there with himself and feelings, but drunk Jaejoong just never can keep his hands to himself, at all - not even for a minute, and Yuho feels the familiar fingertips running themselves under his shirt, onto his chest, fingers twisting at one of his nipples.
It takes all his willpower not to push the lean singer he has wound around him against the wall of his apartment right there and then and fuck him senseless but Yunho manages to keep his dick in his pants, and urges to himself as he drums his fingers gently against the small of Jaejoong's back.
"Come on Jiji, you need to sleep."
("It makes me sound like a cat."
Jaejoong wails, as he waves his hands animatedly in the air, as if unsure of what to do with them as he sits, perched on the edge of the couch in their living room. This earns a snigger from Changmin and a good dose of Yoosu laughter and the lead singer turns to glare at the leader who is lounging, slumped back against the couch, posture relaxed.
Yunho had let the name roll of his tongue a moment ago, something that simply flowed out - just because it was that natural. It had earned a snort and raised eyebrows from the other three, and a deadly stare from his boyfriend.
"But, thinking about it - aren't you kind of similar to one." A statement, and Changmin smirked as he expertly dodged the couch pillow that had come rocketing in his direction.
"What is that even supposed to mean Shim Changmin."
"I mean you have the demeanour of one, demanding attention all the time, and yet you have your moments and moods, you are a bit of a diva..."
"Weird" Junsu
"And you like to lick." Yoochun, leering, with a wink as the room errupted in laughter.
"BASTARDS." Jaejoong lunges forward, fists flying only to be stopped by a hand around his middle, pulling him backwards such that his back collides with a firm chest.
"Let me go Jung Yunho, before I-"
"-but isn't it true." a smooth, low mummur into the lead singer's ear is what causes him to slacken his tense body, opting for clenching his palms into fists and sending rays of death from his eyes around the room at the three rolling around on the floor. Jaejoong opens his mouth to speak again, no doubt to throw a slew of insults at the rest of his members, but a finger subtly running along the waistband of his pants stops him as the lap he is sitting on subtly thrusts upwards, grinding into him. He responds, almost instinctively, sitting further down into Yunho, hips twitching ever so slightly - going unnoticed due to the commotion in the room, and Jaejoong hides a smirk, eyes glinting. Oh.)
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"But, I want you." Jaejoong breaths out again, a throaty sound that makes Yunho groan inwardly. "And I know you want me too" the lead singer leers, mischerviously as he manages to grind himself against Yunho's growing errection he can feel under the leader's thin sweatpants.
"Sleep."
Is the only word Yunho manages to utter as he walks them both (still carrying Jaejoong) to his room, whilst trying to ignore the kisses being showered on the side of his face and neck. He gently lowers the lead singer onto his bed (a fair amount of protest from him), and lets himself kiss his forehead. As much as he would like nothing more than to let Jaejoong have his way with him, Yunho knows the lead singer is tired, he can see it under the alcohol flush that covers his face, and Yunho just wants him to rest.
They are both on seperate schedules now since they split, but Yunho knows that this week is a breather week for them - with just one or two studio sessions for each of them, and so he knows there will be plenty of time for this later (for the rest of their lives). For now, he wants Jaejoong to sleep.
(Things had appeared to be tense during the split, and for a while - perhaps it had. Them being all tired, worn out, they had snapped at each other now and then, all five of them. But contrary to what the company and the media had let the world think, the five of them remained as close as ever. Of course, there was a need for secrecy, a need to keep things on the low, a need for sneaking around, especially for them both - but they had never stopped loving each other, be it the five, or the two. Yunho had his calender synced to Jaejoong's and vice versa - it made their lives seem like a chaotic mess, but they both understood it as it was, and that was enough.)
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"Wait here, I'll get a towel."
Yunho walks into his bathroom and grabs a facetowel from the rack. He wets it, wrings it dry before catching sight of himself in the mirror - hair sticking up at the back of his head, eyes rimmed with the remnants of sleep, but bulge in his pants still going strong. He sighs and shakes his head, more at himself than at anything else as he heads back into his room. You would think that after so many years of loving Jaejoong Yunho would have had himself under more control.
("No, no, no." The dance instructor jammed the pointer stick she was holding onto the ground as she stared at the five young men before her, her lips turning down in a grimace, as she seethed. "Again, this time with the right tempo please, are you all idiots."
"Bitch." Yunho heard Junsu's voice rumble, a low threatening tone and the leader sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. He felt it, as did the others, and Junsu vocalising it had to be a clear indication of just how much of a bitch this instructor was. She was standing in for their usual cheographer, one that was much nicer, and it seemed, a much better dancer. There had been nothing wrong with their tempo, it was just half a beat off - but seeing as how this was only the third time they were practicing the new routine, it was pretty damn miraculous.
Sweat dripped off Yunho's brow as he sighed, the five of them shuffling back into start position. He was tired, and he wanted nothing more than a hot shower, and dinner. It was the sight of flash of skin as Jaejoong yanked off his sweat soked, almost translucent white shirt that jolted Yunho's senses. It was no secret that out of the 5 of them, Jaejoong was the one who broke a sweat the most easily, and the most. Watching as the lead singer balled up the shirt, throwing it viciously towards the corner, Yunho felt a smile creep onto his face. Jaejoong hated dance practice, hated it - he was the clumsiest of the lot and at times, it seemed like Jaejoong had no control over his limbs - but that made Yunho love him more.
"Again. From the top."
As she begin to tap the pointer against the slick wooden floors, Yunho begin to move, his body flowing effortlessly, gliding through the space and air. But he made his mistake, letting his eyes come to rest on Jaejoong - watching as the lead singer twisted and turned, his torso clenching and unclenching as he focused on the routine at hand, lips twisted into a pout, brow furrowed in concentration. As the blades of Jaejoong's shoulders tensed, Yunho stumbled.
"Ruined again, you are a bunch of hopeless, bumbling idiots." The instructor shouted, her voice echoing around the studio as the threw her hands up in the air.
The rest of the band turned to stare curiously at the leader who was now rubbing the back of his neck rather sheepishly - their best dancer had stumbled, it was something that rarely ever happened. Feeling a flush across his face as he caught Changmin glance at him once over, tired expression giving way to a sly smirk that bordered between disgust and amusement as his gaze flickered from Yunho's crotch to Jaejoong's topless body, Yunho wished the floor would just swallow him up.)
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Jaejoong is gone, passed out like a baby, and Yunho allows himself to snort and roll his eyes lightly before gently wiping the singer's face, hair, followed by his limbs. He pulls his shoes off, his jeans, jacket, shirt and runs the towel gently over his body before chucking the load on a chair in the corner of his room - he had a feeling he would get nagged at for throwing the bunch in a corner with a damp towel to top it off - but hey, he deserved it, at least.
Too lazy to even pull off the shirt he had yanked on in his hurry to answer the door, Yunho slipped into bed and threw the covers over them both. Head turning, so his cheek was resting against a pillow, Yunho reached out and pulled the sleeping lead singer close, breathing in the remaining scent of alcohol and smoke before drifting back off to sleep.
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He wakes to hands snaking around his middle, running themselves down his shirt, tugging at the thin fabric. He feels damp hair against his cheek as a body fits itself around his back.
"When did you start sleeping with a shirt on." Jaejoong's voice is tinged with amusement and his breath smells minty.
"Since I had to answer the door for some crazy guy that would not give my door bell a break last night." Yunho turns, eyes still closed to come face to face, noses brushing with Jaejoong. He winds his arms around the lead singer, and smiles lightly - Jaejoong is wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and Yunho and his body both approve.
"Crazy huh?"
"Yup."
"Well, would you be open to letting the crazy guy make it up to you?"
"That depends."
"On?"
"How."
Yunho pushes his eyes open, and finds himself staring back at eyes glinting with mischeif. Jaejoong leans in for a kiss and Yunho pulls his head back to questioning eyes.
"I haven't brushed my teeth."
Jaejoong laughs, and he rolls into an upright seated position, towel slipping dangerously down his hips. He straddles Yunho and pushes hands beanath the dancer's shirt, tugging it. Yunho gets the hint, raises his hands and helps Jaejoong pull it off.
"Doesn't matter."
Jaejoong leans forward, his tongue tracing Yunho's abs as his mouth works its way down. Hands pull his sweatpants down in one fluid notion, and Yunho's breath quickens, but he manages to notice the towel around Jaejoong's waist is now gone. Jaejoong licks, and Yunho feels his insides tighten.
"Yunho?"
A groan is all Yunho can manage as he stares at the elder their gazes meeting - as much as Yunho loves staring at Jaejoong, all he really wants now is for Jaejoong to lick again, to suck, and oh god - he wants it now.
"There will be payback for dumping my clothes in a pile."
Jaejoong grins and he runs a finger down the sensitive space between Yunho's ass and Yunho feels his mouth form an 'O', mind racing in anticipation. It wasn't often that Jaejoong topped, not because the younger didn't like it, but rather the lead singer seemed to prefer letting Yunho top - and well, Yunho was only happy to oblige.
Hands reaching out to fist the older man's hair, pushing his head back down, Yunho let a moan escape his throat.
Drunk Jaejoong at his doorstep was the best thing ever. Jaejoong was the best thing ever.
R (no sex, but almost there). Romance, Fluff
Yunho/Jaejoong
Jaejoong is drunk, and he turns up at Yunho's apartment a blubbering, giggling, vulgarity spewing, sexually charged mess.
A/N: I started this on 28th December 2009 - its been 6 years, oh my. I decided to get into writing again, and I have loads of half written posts everywhere, so here is to finishing them all up and posting them because I miss writing DBSK sfm. Comments are welcome, I hope my writing is still deserving of some.
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Jaejoong is a mess, a blubbering, giggling, vulgarity spewing, sexually charged hormone filled mess swaying violently from left to right that Yunho happens to find at the ungodly hour of 4.15 am in the morning as he opens the door, face masked with sleep and annoyance at the constant abuse his doorbell has been facing for the past five minutes. He expects to find an annoying drunk who has gotten the wrong apartment, but he is only one-third right.
"Jae..."
Yunho finds his voice thick with sleep, and he raises his hands to rub violently at his eyes. Jaejoong is a mess no doubt, but he is the prettiest, most fucking gorgeous one that Yunho has ever seen, ever.
(The first time Yunho saw Jaejoong, was the first time he ever set eyes on him. He wouldn't have called it love at first sight, but it sure as hell came in close.
"Hi... I'm Jaejoong."
"I'm Yunho."
Both boys had stared at each other as they stood, gangly and with the surrounding air of teens who hadn't yet grown into themselves. The space between them thick with the awkwardness of first meetings and a desperation to succeed, to make it big, to make something of themselves. Yunho found himself locking gazes with the raven haired boy in front of him, frame too small, chin too sharp and eyes too big. He hadn't grown into his full potential yet, raw, untouched by puberty, style and a well trained press persona, but Yunho (crooked teeth, hair too spiky and as unpolished as teenage boys were) felt the air knocked away from his lungs as he stared a second too long, the boy across him holding his gaze.
All he could think in that moment was that Jaejoong was beautiful.)
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"Yunhoooo~"
The drunk man lurches forward, and instinctively, Yunho opens his arms to catch him. Jaejoong clings to him, his hands grabbing at Yunho's shirt, arms hugging tightly around the taller man's body. He smells of alcohol and the charred bits from roasted meat, and Yunho knows almost immediately that Jaejoong has most likely been sitting on a plastic stool at a plastic table, by a roadside stall drinking himself silly and feasting on barbeqcued succulent meats.
Jaejoong's grip grows tighter, his embrace closer and the next thing he knows, Yunho feels legs hoist themselves up his own body and clamp around his waist as the very drunk singer with hair a dark, wine red opts for resting his head on his shoulder, his lips turned towards Yunho's neck where they start kissing a path down towards his collarbone. Jaejoong is asking for sex, and Yunho knows it, knows it from the way Jaejoong has begun moving his hands to stroke the back of his neck, knows it from the way Jaejoong is clinging on more tightly, knows it from the way that kisses are turning into gentle nips.
"I want you." is the breathless whisper that Yunho feels in his ear as the shorter of the two moves his head up, and he smiles, a soft chuckle coming from his lips, and in that moment Yunho thanks the heavens that he is strong enough to carry both their weight because the breath ghosting its way down to his collarbone, biting and sucking threatens to force his knees to buckle under him. So many goddamn years and his body still reacts the same way as it did the first time they kissed.
(It had been sudden, their first kiss - but at the same time, it seemed only right, something that was entirely natural, something that was meant to be.
It had been a thundery night, as rain pelted down onto the windowpanes of the apartment the five of them then shared. Yoochun had gone back to his mother's place for the night because he had missed her - taking Junsu with him, because where did they both not go together? Changmin had slipped out somewhere for the night - mumbling something neither of the two eldest had heard, and so here they lay, in Yunho's bed, the room illuminated bya single lava lamp and ocassional flashes of lightning.
"I hate it the thunder and lightning, but the rain I like."
"Mmmm"
"Jung Yunho, are you falling asleep on me?"
"Mmrgh"
They were both in Yunho's bed, because well - it was a normal occurance, even with the other three in the house, it was just something that they both did. It had started during their trainee days when Jaejoong had slipped under Yunho's covers one night, uninvited and at his own insistence, claiming he was bored and lonely and needed company. They had talked into the wee hours - as dawn cracked on the edge of the Seoul skyline, before slipping off into a deep slumber for a few hours.
That first morning, Yunho had woke, only to find himself nose to nose with a sleeping Jaejoong, and he felt his heart flip in his chest. It became their routine ever so often (too often), and neither had ever bothered to stop and question why.
"Wake. up. you twit."
Yunho felt a hand whack his bicep and he groaned in protest as he reached forward, arms failing as he tried to grab the thinner of the two. Eyes fluttering open as he pulled himself back from the edge of sleep he was at a moment ago, the dancer grabbed onto Jaejoong's forearm.
"Violence is never the answer." the sentence came out, a semi growl from his threat as Jaejoong yelped ansd twisted under the sheets, body writhing in attempt to worm his way from the leader's iron grasp among shouts of 'asshole', 'abuse' and other vulgaririties Yunho didn't care to remember.
Yunho gave a throaty chuckle as he held onto Jaejoong's forearm with ease, he was glad he was the stronger of them two. Grinning in the dark of the room, his teeth shining a pearly white, Yunho raised a brow.
"You are so noisy. Hasn't anyone told you that?"
"Noisy? Well, excuse me you violent, uncultured manchild, you are going to leave bruises on my arm if you don't let go. This is abuse! I am pretty sure of it, I-"
It had just happened, Yunho was watching Jaejoong's lips move at furious speed, a ruby red in the dim glow of the lamp, and the next thing he knew he had pulled the lead singer towards him, hands releasing his forearm and coming to a wind around his hips. Yunho didn't know what had possessed him to, but in that moment - it seemed like a totally logical impulse, and his pressed his lips to Jaejoong's. Their eyes locked as Yunho pushed his lips gently against the older's, and he sensed surprise through Jaejoong's eyes, but it was a fleeting second and the next thing Yunho knew, both their eyes were closed and he could feel Jaejoong smirk against his lips. Yunho's own hands had slipped over Jaejoong's shirt, feeling the crevices of his body that Yunho already knew so well. He remembered moaning, a strangled sound from the back of his throat as Jaejoong ran his fingertips down Yunho's hard earned abs, exploring, touching (and oh god) and made a mental note to himself there and then that sleeping shirtless was possibly the wisest decision of his life.
They are lying down, a tangle of limbs as they both fought for dominance, but Yunho feels his knees turn to jelly as his stomach and heart turn happily. He isn't sure what this feeling it entirely, but Yunho thinks maybe, just maybe, this might be love.)
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Jaejoong is adorable when he is drunk, but Yunho doesn't dare say such out loud, because Jaejoong hates being called adorable. He finds it too childish, too girly, too insulting, but Yunho thinks it is the truth, and nothing but the truth. He knows he shouldn't be pleased, because he hates when Jaejoong drinks so much - hates it when he drinks at all in fact, because the lead singer didn't have an ounce of self-control once he started with the alcohol, but Yunho can't help but tighten his grip around the elder's waist as he shifts both of them around with a dancer's grace to shut the door of his apartment which clicks shut, the electronic lock securing itself. Jaejoong has always been the more affectionate of the two, because he is just less controlled, more out there with himself and feelings, but drunk Jaejoong just never can keep his hands to himself, at all - not even for a minute, and Yuho feels the familiar fingertips running themselves under his shirt, onto his chest, fingers twisting at one of his nipples.
It takes all his willpower not to push the lean singer he has wound around him against the wall of his apartment right there and then and fuck him senseless but Yunho manages to keep his dick in his pants, and urges to himself as he drums his fingers gently against the small of Jaejoong's back.
"Come on Jiji, you need to sleep."
("It makes me sound like a cat."
Jaejoong wails, as he waves his hands animatedly in the air, as if unsure of what to do with them as he sits, perched on the edge of the couch in their living room. This earns a snigger from Changmin and a good dose of Yoosu laughter and the lead singer turns to glare at the leader who is lounging, slumped back against the couch, posture relaxed.
Yunho had let the name roll of his tongue a moment ago, something that simply flowed out - just because it was that natural. It had earned a snort and raised eyebrows from the other three, and a deadly stare from his boyfriend.
"But, thinking about it - aren't you kind of similar to one." A statement, and Changmin smirked as he expertly dodged the couch pillow that had come rocketing in his direction.
"What is that even supposed to mean Shim Changmin."
"I mean you have the demeanour of one, demanding attention all the time, and yet you have your moments and moods, you are a bit of a diva..."
"Weird" Junsu
"And you like to lick." Yoochun, leering, with a wink as the room errupted in laughter.
"BASTARDS." Jaejoong lunges forward, fists flying only to be stopped by a hand around his middle, pulling him backwards such that his back collides with a firm chest.
"Let me go Jung Yunho, before I-"
"-but isn't it true." a smooth, low mummur into the lead singer's ear is what causes him to slacken his tense body, opting for clenching his palms into fists and sending rays of death from his eyes around the room at the three rolling around on the floor. Jaejoong opens his mouth to speak again, no doubt to throw a slew of insults at the rest of his members, but a finger subtly running along the waistband of his pants stops him as the lap he is sitting on subtly thrusts upwards, grinding into him. He responds, almost instinctively, sitting further down into Yunho, hips twitching ever so slightly - going unnoticed due to the commotion in the room, and Jaejoong hides a smirk, eyes glinting. Oh.)
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"But, I want you." Jaejoong breaths out again, a throaty sound that makes Yunho groan inwardly. "And I know you want me too" the lead singer leers, mischerviously as he manages to grind himself against Yunho's growing errection he can feel under the leader's thin sweatpants.
"Sleep."
Is the only word Yunho manages to utter as he walks them both (still carrying Jaejoong) to his room, whilst trying to ignore the kisses being showered on the side of his face and neck. He gently lowers the lead singer onto his bed (a fair amount of protest from him), and lets himself kiss his forehead. As much as he would like nothing more than to let Jaejoong have his way with him, Yunho knows the lead singer is tired, he can see it under the alcohol flush that covers his face, and Yunho just wants him to rest.
They are both on seperate schedules now since they split, but Yunho knows that this week is a breather week for them - with just one or two studio sessions for each of them, and so he knows there will be plenty of time for this later (for the rest of their lives). For now, he wants Jaejoong to sleep.
(Things had appeared to be tense during the split, and for a while - perhaps it had. Them being all tired, worn out, they had snapped at each other now and then, all five of them. But contrary to what the company and the media had let the world think, the five of them remained as close as ever. Of course, there was a need for secrecy, a need to keep things on the low, a need for sneaking around, especially for them both - but they had never stopped loving each other, be it the five, or the two. Yunho had his calender synced to Jaejoong's and vice versa - it made their lives seem like a chaotic mess, but they both understood it as it was, and that was enough.)
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"Wait here, I'll get a towel."
Yunho walks into his bathroom and grabs a facetowel from the rack. He wets it, wrings it dry before catching sight of himself in the mirror - hair sticking up at the back of his head, eyes rimmed with the remnants of sleep, but bulge in his pants still going strong. He sighs and shakes his head, more at himself than at anything else as he heads back into his room. You would think that after so many years of loving Jaejoong Yunho would have had himself under more control.
("No, no, no." The dance instructor jammed the pointer stick she was holding onto the ground as she stared at the five young men before her, her lips turning down in a grimace, as she seethed. "Again, this time with the right tempo please, are you all idiots."
"Bitch." Yunho heard Junsu's voice rumble, a low threatening tone and the leader sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. He felt it, as did the others, and Junsu vocalising it had to be a clear indication of just how much of a bitch this instructor was. She was standing in for their usual cheographer, one that was much nicer, and it seemed, a much better dancer. There had been nothing wrong with their tempo, it was just half a beat off - but seeing as how this was only the third time they were practicing the new routine, it was pretty damn miraculous.
Sweat dripped off Yunho's brow as he sighed, the five of them shuffling back into start position. He was tired, and he wanted nothing more than a hot shower, and dinner. It was the sight of flash of skin as Jaejoong yanked off his sweat soked, almost translucent white shirt that jolted Yunho's senses. It was no secret that out of the 5 of them, Jaejoong was the one who broke a sweat the most easily, and the most. Watching as the lead singer balled up the shirt, throwing it viciously towards the corner, Yunho felt a smile creep onto his face. Jaejoong hated dance practice, hated it - he was the clumsiest of the lot and at times, it seemed like Jaejoong had no control over his limbs - but that made Yunho love him more.
"Again. From the top."
As she begin to tap the pointer against the slick wooden floors, Yunho begin to move, his body flowing effortlessly, gliding through the space and air. But he made his mistake, letting his eyes come to rest on Jaejoong - watching as the lead singer twisted and turned, his torso clenching and unclenching as he focused on the routine at hand, lips twisted into a pout, brow furrowed in concentration. As the blades of Jaejoong's shoulders tensed, Yunho stumbled.
"Ruined again, you are a bunch of hopeless, bumbling idiots." The instructor shouted, her voice echoing around the studio as the threw her hands up in the air.
The rest of the band turned to stare curiously at the leader who was now rubbing the back of his neck rather sheepishly - their best dancer had stumbled, it was something that rarely ever happened. Feeling a flush across his face as he caught Changmin glance at him once over, tired expression giving way to a sly smirk that bordered between disgust and amusement as his gaze flickered from Yunho's crotch to Jaejoong's topless body, Yunho wished the floor would just swallow him up.)
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Jaejoong is gone, passed out like a baby, and Yunho allows himself to snort and roll his eyes lightly before gently wiping the singer's face, hair, followed by his limbs. He pulls his shoes off, his jeans, jacket, shirt and runs the towel gently over his body before chucking the load on a chair in the corner of his room - he had a feeling he would get nagged at for throwing the bunch in a corner with a damp towel to top it off - but hey, he deserved it, at least.
Too lazy to even pull off the shirt he had yanked on in his hurry to answer the door, Yunho slipped into bed and threw the covers over them both. Head turning, so his cheek was resting against a pillow, Yunho reached out and pulled the sleeping lead singer close, breathing in the remaining scent of alcohol and smoke before drifting back off to sleep.
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He wakes to hands snaking around his middle, running themselves down his shirt, tugging at the thin fabric. He feels damp hair against his cheek as a body fits itself around his back.
"When did you start sleeping with a shirt on." Jaejoong's voice is tinged with amusement and his breath smells minty.
"Since I had to answer the door for some crazy guy that would not give my door bell a break last night." Yunho turns, eyes still closed to come face to face, noses brushing with Jaejoong. He winds his arms around the lead singer, and smiles lightly - Jaejoong is wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and Yunho and his body both approve.
"Crazy huh?"
"Yup."
"Well, would you be open to letting the crazy guy make it up to you?"
"That depends."
"On?"
"How."
Yunho pushes his eyes open, and finds himself staring back at eyes glinting with mischeif. Jaejoong leans in for a kiss and Yunho pulls his head back to questioning eyes.
"I haven't brushed my teeth."
Jaejoong laughs, and he rolls into an upright seated position, towel slipping dangerously down his hips. He straddles Yunho and pushes hands beanath the dancer's shirt, tugging it. Yunho gets the hint, raises his hands and helps Jaejoong pull it off.
"Doesn't matter."
Jaejoong leans forward, his tongue tracing Yunho's abs as his mouth works its way down. Hands pull his sweatpants down in one fluid notion, and Yunho's breath quickens, but he manages to notice the towel around Jaejoong's waist is now gone. Jaejoong licks, and Yunho feels his insides tighten.
"Yunho?"
A groan is all Yunho can manage as he stares at the elder their gazes meeting - as much as Yunho loves staring at Jaejoong, all he really wants now is for Jaejoong to lick again, to suck, and oh god - he wants it now.
"There will be payback for dumping my clothes in a pile."
Jaejoong grins and he runs a finger down the sensitive space between Yunho's ass and Yunho feels his mouth form an 'O', mind racing in anticipation. It wasn't often that Jaejoong topped, not because the younger didn't like it, but rather the lead singer seemed to prefer letting Yunho top - and well, Yunho was only happy to oblige.
Hands reaching out to fist the older man's hair, pushing his head back down, Yunho let a moan escape his throat.
Drunk Jaejoong at his doorstep was the best thing ever. Jaejoong was the best thing ever.