Second Chances (Chapter 19b)
Title: Second Chances
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: Main: YunJae; Secondary: JaeMin, HoMin
Rating: PG-13
Length: Chaptered
Summary: After Changmin's death, how are Jae and Yunho going to cope with their grief and their increasing attraction to each other?
WARNING: There's a bit more HoMin in this part than I've ever featured before.
Five minutes later, he was sitting in Hana’s small but nicely appointed living room absorbing heat from the mug of coffee with a splash of whiskey that he cupped tightly in his palms. He usually didn’t drink coffee at night but he doubted it would affect him given how drained he already was.
“How is it?” Hana asked sitting in the loveseat across the table from him.
Yunho smiled. “Tastes like heaven, to be honest. I feel human again,” he joked.
Hana smiled back and took a sip of her brandy.
They were silent for a few more minutes then Hana cleared her throat.
“Yunho… Can I ask you something personal? It’s something I’ve always wondered about actually,” she admitted.
He was curious and wary but in the end, curiosity won out. “Sure,” he replied, leaning back against the plush seat.
“Well… I know most gay guys say that they always knew that they were gay, that they were different, and I just wondered… Did you always know? Have you always been gay?”
Yunho was taken aback. He wasn’t entirely sure how to respond, having never been posed the question before.
“Well… I guess so.”
“When did you realize you were gay? Did you have a boyfriend in high school?”
Yunho took a minute to think before replying. “Actually…” He blushed. “Before Changmin, I had never been with anyone romantically. We were each other’s firsts.”
Hana’s eyes grew round and wide with surprise. “Really?” It was hard to accept that her handsome, intelligent, kind boss had only ever been with two people in his entire life.
Yunho nodded.
“But then…did you always know and just hadn’t met the right person?”
“Honestly… During high school, I just wasn’t interested or even aware of people sexually. Being on the basketball team, I had a lot of friends, both guys and girls, but they were just that: friends. It never occurred to me to try to hook up with one of them. Even when I saw them hooking up with each other, making out, or worse unfortunately, I didn’t feel anything. I always thought that maybe I was a late bloomer and it would come to me eventually.”
“And it did…when you met Changmin,” she supplied.
“I…guess so.” Yunho cleared his throat uncomfortably. Hana was forcing him to consider questions that he had never before asked of himself.
“But you’ve never been with a woman, have you? If, like you said, you weren’t attracted to anyone in high school and Changmin was the first person you were ever with, have you ever wondered if, maybe, you aren’t really gay?”
“I loved Changmin, though,” he defended himself. “I love him. I loved being with him, in every way.”
“I know that. No one would ever doubt your love for him. It’s obvious you enjoyed being with him,” she rushed to assure him. “And Jae,” she added.
He blushed but nodded.
“But Yunho, have you ever asked yourself these questions? Can you really, truly call yourself a gay man when you’ve only ever been with two men, one of whom is beautiful enough to be a woman, and have never even given the other side a try? From what I know of studies into homosexuality and friends’ personal experiences, except for those who say they were born gay and believed that from a very young age (and then even some of them), most gay men and women have had at least one or two heterosexual encounters before they were able to say with 100% certainty that they were gay yet it sounds to me like it’s almost something you fell into. You met Changmin, fell for him, and never considered any other alternative.”
“I loved Changmin, I loved being with him physically. Doesn’t that make me gay?” he argued, feeling like his back was against the wall and he had to defend the choice he’d made. But had it really been a choice?, he wondered.
“Not necessarily,” she said. “You could be bisexual, or maybe you fell in love with Changmin for who he is not his gender. Straight people don’t think ‘I love [blank] because she’s got a vagina’ so why wouldn’t it be the same for gays? You fall in love with their personality and their heart, not what they’ve got between the legs. Or at least that’s how I see it.” She paused, looked down at the glass in her hands. “I’m sorry if you feel bombarded, it’s just that, we all care about you and now that you’re alone, we want to see you happy again.”
“I am happy, and I’m not really alone. I have Jae,” he pointed out.
She nodded. “You’re right, but for how long? Doesn’t he have to go back to his life eventually? And if I may make a point? Jae is a beautiful man, inside and out, but he’s hardly what you’d consider manly, is he? When you think about it, other than the obvious reasons, how is being with him any different than being with a woman? And since you already admitted that you never have been and that besides Jae, Changmin is your only other lover, I worry that you may be pigeonholing yourself into a lifestyle that isn’t really what you want. It might be but how would you know until you really think about it and see what else is out there?” She paused again for her words to sink in before continuing. “And what about your future? Children? You’d be a great father, I bet. Wouldn’t you like a family one day, kids of your own?”
“I…We always assumed we’d adopt, I guess.”
Her words were going round and round in his head, confusing him and making him wonder about every decision he’d made since he’d met Changmin. He knew his love for Min was real, he had no doubt about that, and he genuinely cared for Jae and it was ridiculous to think that the urgent hunger he felt for him physically was a trick of his mind, but Hana was right about one thing: he’d never truly asked himself if he was a gay man or even asserted himself as such. He’d never ‘come out’. He’d simply been on his own until his and Changmin’s relationship changed from simple friendship into something more and he’d accepted it.
His mind traveled back to how that had come to be.
He’d been in the locker-room shower one day, washing off the sweat after a basketball game. One of his teammates was on his knees in front of him, blowing him. That too was something else he’d never actively seeked out. It had just happened. One day they were the last two in the locker room together, he noticed the guy eying his member and before he knew it, the kid was on his knees with Yunho’s dick in his mouth. After the first time, it had sort of become a weekly routine. The funny thing was that they never talked about it, in or outside of the locker room. The guy never made a move on him, never confessed any feelings for him. He’d wondered on a couple of occasions if the guy liked him. He’d have to to do something like that, wouldn’t he? Yet, he’d never said anything or shown even a hint of interest otherwise.
On one such occasion, Changmin had come to meet him after his game, which he often did since they’d gotten close. He’d known by then that Min had a crush on him, was in love with him even. Unlike him, Min, and later Jae, had always known who and what he was and what he wanted. The conviction and sense of self was always there in his eyes. His eyes had been closed at the time, he’d been close and was thrusting his way towards the edge, when suddenly he opened them and there was Min. He’d gasped, surprised and a little ashamed at being caught like that, but then he took a good look at Min’s face and was shocked by the stark, unabashed lust in his eyes. Min had licked his lips and Yunho’s stomach muscles clenched. Before he knew it, his hand was digging into the guy’s head as his hips plunged into his mouth over and over again, participating in a way he never had before. He’d felt the guy’s pace pick up, enthusiastically sucking him towards completion but the entire time his eyes never left Min’s.
That had been his last encounter with the guy. When, a week later, they were alone again and he glanced at Yunho expectantly looking for a ‘sign’, Yunho ignored him, turning away, hoping that he got the point. He assumed he had because he left, leaving Yunho by himself. Or so he’d thought. When he’d turned around to rinse the soap off his back, he’d been shocked to find Min standing there, not ten feet away from him. His eyes had traveled the length of Yunho’s body, pausing at his crotch, which immediately made him begin to harden, before resting on his face. Min had walked towards him, curiosity, determination and nerves all warring with each other on his face. When Min dropped to his knees in front of him, his eyes had gone wide in surprise.
“Min,” he’d said, intending to stop him, but Changmin had taken him in his hand, his grip steady, and then took him into his mouth. He’d lost all train of thought after that.
Later on, he would regret that his first time with Min had been so carnal and impersonal. That had been Min’s first sexual experience ever. Min wouldn’t change anything about it, he’d said, but Yunho wished that he‘d at least shown his affections in some way. He’d been afraid that Min would feel like just another guy sucking him off and not someone he cared about but Min always told him he was being silly. He was just thankful that, despite their beginning, they were able to develop such a beautiful relationship.
“Yunho?”
Hana’s voice brought him back to the present.
“I’m sorry, I went too far didn’t I?” she chastized herself, walking to him and taking the mug he hadn’t even realized he’d finished from his hands.
Yunho stood. “No, I… You’re right. I loved Min and because I did, I just assumed I was gay. I never really thought about it. Sexuality is so complicated,” he said wryly.
She looked into his eyes, searching for what, he didn’t know. She placed his mug and her glass on the table then turned back to him.
“I’m going to kiss you,” she said simply.
Yunho’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening. “No.”
“Yes,” she whispered, placing her hands on his shoulders as she stood on the tips of her toes and leaned into him. “If you don’t want me to…then stop me.”
Her lips pressed to his, soft full curves not unlike Jae’s plump ones. She didn’t move, simply continued to press her lips to his. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, molding her softness to his hardness.
An alarm rang in Yunho’s head, a warning that what he was doing was wrong and he should put an end to it immediately but… He didn’t. Though his heart cried for him to leave and go home to Jae, he found himself resting his hands on her hips; when his conscience screamed at him for betraying who he was, he silenced it and parted his lips, giving her permission to taste him.
He was so confused right now… But he just had to know.
Jae yawned, stretched and glanced at the clock above the fireplace yet again.
10:10pm
He was tired but he’d decided to wait up for Yunho except… He had no idea where Yunho was, hadn’t heard from him since he’d left the office a little under an hour ago. He hoped he was okay.
He picked up his phone to call him then rest it back down on the coffee table. The rain was still pounding on the roof like thundering hooves and he worried that some careless driver might have struck him. He squashed the panic that rose in his chest at the thought. It was too early to start calling hospitals or police stations. He wouldn’t call or text him. He didn’t want Yunho distracted in any way, not even for a second. And if anything had happened, Yunho would have contacted him immediately. He’d just wait and watch the silly movie playing itself out on the screen.
With a sigh, he snuggled into the blanket around him, stifling another yawn. When his eyes drifted shut, he told himself that he was only going to rest them for a minute.
Yunho stood on the stoop outside his front door and took a deep breath before opening it. He could see the light in the living room through the window so he knew that Jae had stayed up waiting for him.
Guilt tugged at his heart.
Closing the door behind him, he turned right and walked into the living room. He stopped beside the sofa and looked down at Jae.
He’s so beautiful, he marveled.
He was curled on his side, his hands gripping the end of the blanket he’d thrown over himself to ward off the chill in the air. Tendrils of his hair curled around his face and across his cheeks, almost as if artistically arranged, they were so perfect. His pink lips were set in a pout and there was a slight crease between his brows. Yunho knew it for what it was: worry.
Kneeling beside Jae, he gently stroked back the hair from his face until he opened his eyes.
Jae blinked for a second before focusing on him. “Yunnie?”
Yunho smiled. “Hi baby.”
Jae moved to sit up, yawning as he did so, and Yunho felt another stab of guilt. He could see the fatigue in Jae’s features and he regretted contributing to it.
“I only closed my eyes for a second. I guess I fell asleep,” Jae mumbled.
Still smiling, Yunho helped him up. “Let’s go to bed.”
When Jae leaned into him, he tried to pull away, saying, “You’ll get wet. I don’t want you to get sick.”
Jae ignored him, slipping his arm around Yunho’s waist and molding himself to his side. “We’ll get sick together.”
Chuckling, Yunho kissed the top of his head.
They made their way to their room and while Yunho took a hot shower, Jae went down to the laundry room and hung up his clothes to dry.
He’d smelled it the minute he’d woken up. He wouldn’t forget something he had complimented someone on just a few days before. It was a pretty strong, pungent, unique scent.
Hana.
As if that wasn’t confirmation enough, Yunho’s clothes reeked of it. Well, his shirt and his coat.
Guess I don’t need to ask who he dropped home, he thought.
Jae wasn’t worried or jealous. It wasn’t his style. Plus, he trusted Yunho. If he started doubting him now then there relationship had no future. Whatever had happened, he believed that Yunho would never purposely hurt him.
Pushing it out of his mind, he switched the light off and strode into the kitchen. He took the plate he’d set aside for Yunho out of the microwave, covered it with plastic wrap and placed it in the fridge. Yunho was too tired to eat, he could see it in his eyes.
When he got back to their room, Yunho was lying in bed on his side, facing the door as he waited for him
Jae smiled. He looked so cute, like a big, bear-sized baby. His hair was still wet, curling around his ears and tumbling onto his forehead. His chest was bare, giving Jae an eyeful of firm, bronzed muscle but they were both sleep-deprived so there would be no humping tonight.
“I really wish I could be with you tonight, baby,” Yunho reiterated his thoughts, turning towards him as he climbed in beside him. “I miss being with you… Maybe I could take a nap and…”
Jae shook his head, placing a finger on Yunho’s lips. “Don’t even think about it. Tonight, you’ll sleep. I’m not going anywhere and trust me, once this project is done, you’ve got a lot of making up to do.” Flipping over, he pushed back into Yunho until there wasn’t a breath of space between them.
Yunho chuckled, kissing Jae’s shoulder as he wrapped himself around him. “I’ll remind you you said that when you’re begging me to stop.”
Jae threaded his fingers with Yunho’s and raised their linked hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Yunho’s. “Shush, now. Just sleep…and if you dreamt about me, I wouldn’t hold it against you.”
Yunho chuckled again, tightening his hold around Jae to the point where he thought for sure Jae must be uncomfortable but he didn’t complain, when did he ever?
Gosh, he missed him.
A/N: Um... Don't get out your pitchforks just yet >_>
Oh, I almost forgot to mention. The office bj/implied sex is the last bit of smut in the fic. From henceforth, we are smut free! XD
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: Main: YunJae; Secondary: JaeMin, HoMin
Rating: PG-13
Length: Chaptered
Summary: After Changmin's death, how are Jae and Yunho going to cope with their grief and their increasing attraction to each other?
WARNING: There's a bit more HoMin in this part than I've ever featured before.
Five minutes later, he was sitting in Hana’s small but nicely appointed living room absorbing heat from the mug of coffee with a splash of whiskey that he cupped tightly in his palms. He usually didn’t drink coffee at night but he doubted it would affect him given how drained he already was.
“How is it?” Hana asked sitting in the loveseat across the table from him.
Yunho smiled. “Tastes like heaven, to be honest. I feel human again,” he joked.
Hana smiled back and took a sip of her brandy.
They were silent for a few more minutes then Hana cleared her throat.
“Yunho… Can I ask you something personal? It’s something I’ve always wondered about actually,” she admitted.
He was curious and wary but in the end, curiosity won out. “Sure,” he replied, leaning back against the plush seat.
“Well… I know most gay guys say that they always knew that they were gay, that they were different, and I just wondered… Did you always know? Have you always been gay?”
Yunho was taken aback. He wasn’t entirely sure how to respond, having never been posed the question before.
“Well… I guess so.”
“When did you realize you were gay? Did you have a boyfriend in high school?”
Yunho took a minute to think before replying. “Actually…” He blushed. “Before Changmin, I had never been with anyone romantically. We were each other’s firsts.”
Hana’s eyes grew round and wide with surprise. “Really?” It was hard to accept that her handsome, intelligent, kind boss had only ever been with two people in his entire life.
Yunho nodded.
“But then…did you always know and just hadn’t met the right person?”
“Honestly… During high school, I just wasn’t interested or even aware of people sexually. Being on the basketball team, I had a lot of friends, both guys and girls, but they were just that: friends. It never occurred to me to try to hook up with one of them. Even when I saw them hooking up with each other, making out, or worse unfortunately, I didn’t feel anything. I always thought that maybe I was a late bloomer and it would come to me eventually.”
“And it did…when you met Changmin,” she supplied.
“I…guess so.” Yunho cleared his throat uncomfortably. Hana was forcing him to consider questions that he had never before asked of himself.
“But you’ve never been with a woman, have you? If, like you said, you weren’t attracted to anyone in high school and Changmin was the first person you were ever with, have you ever wondered if, maybe, you aren’t really gay?”
“I loved Changmin, though,” he defended himself. “I love him. I loved being with him, in every way.”
“I know that. No one would ever doubt your love for him. It’s obvious you enjoyed being with him,” she rushed to assure him. “And Jae,” she added.
He blushed but nodded.
“But Yunho, have you ever asked yourself these questions? Can you really, truly call yourself a gay man when you’ve only ever been with two men, one of whom is beautiful enough to be a woman, and have never even given the other side a try? From what I know of studies into homosexuality and friends’ personal experiences, except for those who say they were born gay and believed that from a very young age (and then even some of them), most gay men and women have had at least one or two heterosexual encounters before they were able to say with 100% certainty that they were gay yet it sounds to me like it’s almost something you fell into. You met Changmin, fell for him, and never considered any other alternative.”
“I loved Changmin, I loved being with him physically. Doesn’t that make me gay?” he argued, feeling like his back was against the wall and he had to defend the choice he’d made. But had it really been a choice?, he wondered.
“Not necessarily,” she said. “You could be bisexual, or maybe you fell in love with Changmin for who he is not his gender. Straight people don’t think ‘I love [blank] because she’s got a vagina’ so why wouldn’t it be the same for gays? You fall in love with their personality and their heart, not what they’ve got between the legs. Or at least that’s how I see it.” She paused, looked down at the glass in her hands. “I’m sorry if you feel bombarded, it’s just that, we all care about you and now that you’re alone, we want to see you happy again.”
“I am happy, and I’m not really alone. I have Jae,” he pointed out.
She nodded. “You’re right, but for how long? Doesn’t he have to go back to his life eventually? And if I may make a point? Jae is a beautiful man, inside and out, but he’s hardly what you’d consider manly, is he? When you think about it, other than the obvious reasons, how is being with him any different than being with a woman? And since you already admitted that you never have been and that besides Jae, Changmin is your only other lover, I worry that you may be pigeonholing yourself into a lifestyle that isn’t really what you want. It might be but how would you know until you really think about it and see what else is out there?” She paused again for her words to sink in before continuing. “And what about your future? Children? You’d be a great father, I bet. Wouldn’t you like a family one day, kids of your own?”
“I…We always assumed we’d adopt, I guess.”
Her words were going round and round in his head, confusing him and making him wonder about every decision he’d made since he’d met Changmin. He knew his love for Min was real, he had no doubt about that, and he genuinely cared for Jae and it was ridiculous to think that the urgent hunger he felt for him physically was a trick of his mind, but Hana was right about one thing: he’d never truly asked himself if he was a gay man or even asserted himself as such. He’d never ‘come out’. He’d simply been on his own until his and Changmin’s relationship changed from simple friendship into something more and he’d accepted it.
His mind traveled back to how that had come to be.
He’d been in the locker-room shower one day, washing off the sweat after a basketball game. One of his teammates was on his knees in front of him, blowing him. That too was something else he’d never actively seeked out. It had just happened. One day they were the last two in the locker room together, he noticed the guy eying his member and before he knew it, the kid was on his knees with Yunho’s dick in his mouth. After the first time, it had sort of become a weekly routine. The funny thing was that they never talked about it, in or outside of the locker room. The guy never made a move on him, never confessed any feelings for him. He’d wondered on a couple of occasions if the guy liked him. He’d have to to do something like that, wouldn’t he? Yet, he’d never said anything or shown even a hint of interest otherwise.
On one such occasion, Changmin had come to meet him after his game, which he often did since they’d gotten close. He’d known by then that Min had a crush on him, was in love with him even. Unlike him, Min, and later Jae, had always known who and what he was and what he wanted. The conviction and sense of self was always there in his eyes. His eyes had been closed at the time, he’d been close and was thrusting his way towards the edge, when suddenly he opened them and there was Min. He’d gasped, surprised and a little ashamed at being caught like that, but then he took a good look at Min’s face and was shocked by the stark, unabashed lust in his eyes. Min had licked his lips and Yunho’s stomach muscles clenched. Before he knew it, his hand was digging into the guy’s head as his hips plunged into his mouth over and over again, participating in a way he never had before. He’d felt the guy’s pace pick up, enthusiastically sucking him towards completion but the entire time his eyes never left Min’s.
That had been his last encounter with the guy. When, a week later, they were alone again and he glanced at Yunho expectantly looking for a ‘sign’, Yunho ignored him, turning away, hoping that he got the point. He assumed he had because he left, leaving Yunho by himself. Or so he’d thought. When he’d turned around to rinse the soap off his back, he’d been shocked to find Min standing there, not ten feet away from him. His eyes had traveled the length of Yunho’s body, pausing at his crotch, which immediately made him begin to harden, before resting on his face. Min had walked towards him, curiosity, determination and nerves all warring with each other on his face. When Min dropped to his knees in front of him, his eyes had gone wide in surprise.
“Min,” he’d said, intending to stop him, but Changmin had taken him in his hand, his grip steady, and then took him into his mouth. He’d lost all train of thought after that.
Later on, he would regret that his first time with Min had been so carnal and impersonal. That had been Min’s first sexual experience ever. Min wouldn’t change anything about it, he’d said, but Yunho wished that he‘d at least shown his affections in some way. He’d been afraid that Min would feel like just another guy sucking him off and not someone he cared about but Min always told him he was being silly. He was just thankful that, despite their beginning, they were able to develop such a beautiful relationship.
“Yunho?”
Hana’s voice brought him back to the present.
“I’m sorry, I went too far didn’t I?” she chastized herself, walking to him and taking the mug he hadn’t even realized he’d finished from his hands.
Yunho stood. “No, I… You’re right. I loved Min and because I did, I just assumed I was gay. I never really thought about it. Sexuality is so complicated,” he said wryly.
She looked into his eyes, searching for what, he didn’t know. She placed his mug and her glass on the table then turned back to him.
“I’m going to kiss you,” she said simply.
Yunho’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening. “No.”
“Yes,” she whispered, placing her hands on his shoulders as she stood on the tips of her toes and leaned into him. “If you don’t want me to…then stop me.”
Her lips pressed to his, soft full curves not unlike Jae’s plump ones. She didn’t move, simply continued to press her lips to his. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, molding her softness to his hardness.
An alarm rang in Yunho’s head, a warning that what he was doing was wrong and he should put an end to it immediately but… He didn’t. Though his heart cried for him to leave and go home to Jae, he found himself resting his hands on her hips; when his conscience screamed at him for betraying who he was, he silenced it and parted his lips, giving her permission to taste him.
He was so confused right now… But he just had to know.
Jae yawned, stretched and glanced at the clock above the fireplace yet again.
10:10pm
He was tired but he’d decided to wait up for Yunho except… He had no idea where Yunho was, hadn’t heard from him since he’d left the office a little under an hour ago. He hoped he was okay.
He picked up his phone to call him then rest it back down on the coffee table. The rain was still pounding on the roof like thundering hooves and he worried that some careless driver might have struck him. He squashed the panic that rose in his chest at the thought. It was too early to start calling hospitals or police stations. He wouldn’t call or text him. He didn’t want Yunho distracted in any way, not even for a second. And if anything had happened, Yunho would have contacted him immediately. He’d just wait and watch the silly movie playing itself out on the screen.
With a sigh, he snuggled into the blanket around him, stifling another yawn. When his eyes drifted shut, he told himself that he was only going to rest them for a minute.
Yunho stood on the stoop outside his front door and took a deep breath before opening it. He could see the light in the living room through the window so he knew that Jae had stayed up waiting for him.
Guilt tugged at his heart.
Closing the door behind him, he turned right and walked into the living room. He stopped beside the sofa and looked down at Jae.
He’s so beautiful, he marveled.
He was curled on his side, his hands gripping the end of the blanket he’d thrown over himself to ward off the chill in the air. Tendrils of his hair curled around his face and across his cheeks, almost as if artistically arranged, they were so perfect. His pink lips were set in a pout and there was a slight crease between his brows. Yunho knew it for what it was: worry.
Kneeling beside Jae, he gently stroked back the hair from his face until he opened his eyes.
Jae blinked for a second before focusing on him. “Yunnie?”
Yunho smiled. “Hi baby.”
Jae moved to sit up, yawning as he did so, and Yunho felt another stab of guilt. He could see the fatigue in Jae’s features and he regretted contributing to it.
“I only closed my eyes for a second. I guess I fell asleep,” Jae mumbled.
Still smiling, Yunho helped him up. “Let’s go to bed.”
When Jae leaned into him, he tried to pull away, saying, “You’ll get wet. I don’t want you to get sick.”
Jae ignored him, slipping his arm around Yunho’s waist and molding himself to his side. “We’ll get sick together.”
Chuckling, Yunho kissed the top of his head.
They made their way to their room and while Yunho took a hot shower, Jae went down to the laundry room and hung up his clothes to dry.
He’d smelled it the minute he’d woken up. He wouldn’t forget something he had complimented someone on just a few days before. It was a pretty strong, pungent, unique scent.
Hana.
As if that wasn’t confirmation enough, Yunho’s clothes reeked of it. Well, his shirt and his coat.
Guess I don’t need to ask who he dropped home, he thought.
Jae wasn’t worried or jealous. It wasn’t his style. Plus, he trusted Yunho. If he started doubting him now then there relationship had no future. Whatever had happened, he believed that Yunho would never purposely hurt him.
Pushing it out of his mind, he switched the light off and strode into the kitchen. He took the plate he’d set aside for Yunho out of the microwave, covered it with plastic wrap and placed it in the fridge. Yunho was too tired to eat, he could see it in his eyes.
When he got back to their room, Yunho was lying in bed on his side, facing the door as he waited for him
Jae smiled. He looked so cute, like a big, bear-sized baby. His hair was still wet, curling around his ears and tumbling onto his forehead. His chest was bare, giving Jae an eyeful of firm, bronzed muscle but they were both sleep-deprived so there would be no humping tonight.
“I really wish I could be with you tonight, baby,” Yunho reiterated his thoughts, turning towards him as he climbed in beside him. “I miss being with you… Maybe I could take a nap and…”
Jae shook his head, placing a finger on Yunho’s lips. “Don’t even think about it. Tonight, you’ll sleep. I’m not going anywhere and trust me, once this project is done, you’ve got a lot of making up to do.” Flipping over, he pushed back into Yunho until there wasn’t a breath of space between them.
Yunho chuckled, kissing Jae’s shoulder as he wrapped himself around him. “I’ll remind you you said that when you’re begging me to stop.”
Jae threaded his fingers with Yunho’s and raised their linked hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Yunho’s. “Shush, now. Just sleep…and if you dreamt about me, I wouldn’t hold it against you.”
Yunho chuckled again, tightening his hold around Jae to the point where he thought for sure Jae must be uncomfortable but he didn’t complain, when did he ever?
Gosh, he missed him.
A/N: Um... Don't get out your pitchforks just yet >_>
Oh, I almost forgot to mention. The office bj/implied sex is the last bit of smut in the fic. From henceforth, we are smut free! XD