Second Chances (Chapter 30c)
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?
“You didn’t talk to me all week,” Yunho pointed out.
“True… But it’s only because I didn’t really know what to say. I couldn’t believe that you were finally here. I think I kept waiting for you to disappear like some figment of my imagination. Maybe I’d thought about you so much that my mind manifested you. Something along those lines.”
“You’ve changed,” Yunho whispered, seemingly in awe. The Jaejoong he knew had never been this open and straightforward with him. He’d talked but…not like this.
“Have I?” Jaejoong thought about it a moment. “I don’t think I’ve changed… To the contrary, I think I finally feel like myself again.” His eyes turned tender as they gazed up into Yunho’s. “I was so enchanted with you, by you, that I think I was so caught up in the bliss of being with you that I forgot to be me. Not that I wasn’t myself, of course. Everything that happened between us was 100% real. I just wasn’t completely myself, the way I am with Stef and Maggie, even Min. I was fairly obsessed with you, you know,” he admitted unabashedly. “Some days I couldn’t believe that I was living a fairytale, the life of my dreams.
But you should know, I was never mad at you. I knew from the get-go that you’d need time to deal with things and that you probably weren’t being honest with me or yourself about the way you felt. I knew and still I continued to live the fantasy, knowing that at any moment it could come to an abrupt end. And that is exactly what happened. I walked into this with both eyes open so while I won’t deny that you hurt me, really badly by the way,” he added with a cocked brow, “I couldn’t assign all the blame to you because it wasn’t your fault. And although you asked me to leave, I left because I wanted to. I could’ve changed your mind like I had in the past - I don’t know if you realize this but you find me irresistible - but I decided that this time we really needed some time apart. As it turned out, I needed it just as much as you did. Having some distance between us helped me find myself again. You’re still perfect in my eyes but you’re only perfectly human. You’re still my Prince Charming, you’re just a little dented.”
It was the truth, every word he said. He’d known that Yunho was struggling with the depth of what was going on between them but he hadn’t understood how much until after he’d left. Yunho, he’d realized, needed closure, and he wasn’t going to get that so long as Jaejoong was there disrupting the process. He’d gotten his in the days leading up to Changmin’s death, after all he was the only one who’d known just how bad things were for Min, the only one he’d been completely honest with. He hadn’t gotten to say goodbye to him the day he died but they’d said their goodbyes before, in every minute of every day they spent together, building memories that Jaejoong would hold to his heart for the rest of his life. But Yunho…he hadn’t had that. Min, in his effort to protect him, had deprived him of it, given him false hope that tragedy wasn’t looming on the horizon. He’d needed to face his feelings, to resolve them, to find closure. And now it seemed he had.
Yunho smiled. “I’m glad.”
“Now Yunho… If we’re finished with our little heart-to-heart, can we get back to business?” His voice dropped to a throaty, sexy whisper. “I want you, now, and I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
With a low growl, Yunho caught Jaejoong’s lips again, his kiss hard and hot as he plundered the soft, wet recesses of his lover’s sweet mouth. His hands were busy, sliding beneath Jaejoong’s sweater and pushing it upward. They separated long enough for him remove the sweater and fling it away before fusing his lips with Jaejoong again.
When next he broke the kiss, it was to nibble his way down Jaejoong’s jaw to his neck where he laved at the birthmark on his pale, smooth skin. He’d missed that spot. His hungry lips continued their journey downward, delightfully closing over Jaejoong’s pebbled nipple, his teeth tugging at the sensitive, turgid flesh when Jaejoong cried out in ecstasy. He’d missed how responsive and vocal Jaejoong was. It spurred his own desire, which was already raging out of control as it was.
He forced himself to release Jaejoong’s nipples - though he promised to return to them later - and kissed his way down the middle of his lean body to his navel, and lower. When he reached the waistband of his jeans and raised up slightly to undo the fastenings, Jaejoong took the opportunity to fist the back of his T-shirt and wrench it roughly over his head. He glanced down at Jaejoong in surprise and when he saw the intense lust in his beautiful, dark eyes, his erection swelled painfully. It needed out of the confines of his own jeans now.
“Wait!” Jaejoong spoke up suddenly. His brows furrowed. “You wouldn’t happen to have something in your pocket, would you…?”
Blushing, Yunho slipped his hand into his pants and pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid.
“I kind of got in the habit of carrying it around. It reminded me of you,” he admitted, his blush deepening. “It also comes in handy for other things, you know. Oh!” he exclaimed excitedly. “I took your advice and bought some stock in a company that manufactures this stuff. It’s not a lot of shares but I’ve already received a tidy return on it. Who knew it was so profitable? I wonder…”
“Yunho!” Jaejoong gripped Yunho’s face in his hands while he undulated his hips, making sure he had no doubt as to what state he was currently in. “Focus.”
Needing no further encouragement, Yunho undid Jaejoong’s jeans and lowered his lips to his waist, kissing the indent in the V-cut of his hips, following it back to the center of Jaejoong’s body. His hands snuck beneath Jaejoong’s bottom and between some commendable tugging from his teeth and a little help from Jaejoong himself, he managed to divest Jaejoong of the rest of his clothing. As soon as he was completely bare before him, his gaze zeroed in on the bright pink mass of muscle jutting out at the apex of Jaejoong’s thighs and he swooped down, devouring him in one swift move.
Jaejoong bucked upwards, his eyes squeezed tight as pleasure coursed through his veins. How long had he dreamt about and longed for this? The feelings that only Yunho could evoke in him. His skin burned, as if someone had lit him on fire, and his testes ached with the urge to release. Yunho’s expert tongue drove him crazy. He knew just what he liked, exactly what would make him whimper or howl - and he was howling aplenty - his hips driving upward as they involuntarily sought to deepen his physical connection with Yunho. Yunho lifted his legs over his shoulders, settling himself more comfortably into the sofa, and when he felt a cold, slick finger pressing against and sliding deep into his unused entrance, he immediately erupted, choking on a cry as he arched off the sofa, his body spending itself in the inner recesses of Yunho’s mouth.
As much as he loved the taste of Jaejoong on his tongue, sliding down his throat, Yunho couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to come. While Jaejoong was in the throes of his own orgasm, he withdrew his mouth and finger, frantically kicked his way out of his jeans, messily applied a palmful of lube and, before he’d properly re-settled between Jaejoong’s thigh, spread him wide and plunged deep into his tight heat. He groaned loudly as he sank in, his hardness forging its way through protesting muscular pressure until it found home. He stayed still for a second, to catch his breath, but the intermittent contractions around his cock as Jaejoong’s climax went on and on were too delicious to ignore.
Hiking one pale, shapely leg high, he withdrew all the way out and thrust back in, setting a pace of long, deep strokes alternated with quick, shallow jabs. He glanced down and saw Jaejoong’s newly spent erection already coming back to life. It was satisfying to see not only that Jaejoong wanted him just as badly as he was wanted in return but that he was able to pleasure and excite him again so quickly.
Jaejoong took control of his legs, hiking them high around Yunho’s waist and Yunho lowered his mouth to Jaejoong’s, thrusting his tongue as deeply as his member thrust into Jaejoong’s welcoming body. Jaejoong could taste the musky, slightly tangy scent of his essence on Yunho’s tongue and it made his head spin. Sucking himself off of Yunho’s tongue was a heady experience, both naughty and sexy as hell at the same time. Remembering just how wickedly good Yunho was with that same tongue, how he’d driven him to completion, had him tightening his legs around Yunho, his heel pressing against his butt cheeks to push him further into his body.
Though his mind was blissed out on lust, Yunho truly wanted this moment with Jaejoong to last for as long as either of them could manage but his balls ached with the repressed desire to unload and the caveman in him wanted to give it its head, to mark and reclaim what rightfully belonged to him. Holding onto Jaejoong’s waist, he quickened his pace, his hips pistoning in and out of Jaejoong’s tightness, his slick walls a massaging fist around Yunho’s swollen glans.
Jaejoong held on for dear life, moving with Yunho as best he could as he spurred his lover towards the edge. He purposely contracted around Yunho, knowing that he was adding to his pleasure and receiving pleasure in return. His once flaccid cock was painfully erect again and he knew he was only a couple of thrusts away from another wonderful climax.
Putting his tongue to Yunho’s ear, he tugged on his lobe gently before whispering in a low, husky voice, “Come with me, Yunnie. Fill me up.”
Jaejoong’s voice in Yunho’s ear was an added grenade to the conflagration burning its way through his veins. Tightening his grip on Jaejoong, Yunho slammed into him to the hilt, once…twice…and with a resonating roar, he stilled, embedded deep, and exploded, his breath frozen in his chest as his life force spilled into the greedy orifice that milked him dry.
Yunho’s orgasm set off his own and as Jaejoong came again, the thick, white fluid spurting between them, he stared up at Yunho, mesmerized by the image of masculine beauty he presented: the grace in which his toned, frozen body arched, handsome face taut, eyes closed, mouth agape, caught in the grip of his unending desire for the man gazing up at him with love in his eyes.
Drained and lifeless now, Yunho collapsed on top of Jaejoong, burying his face into his neck, kissing the slick damp skin against his lips. Jaejoong held him, using his last bit of strength to stroke Yunho’s back as their heart - it felt like one shared organ - settled down to a normal pace.
When he could speak again, Yunho whispered, “I don’t want to go…”
Jaejoong smiled to himself. “Don’t worry. You’re not going anywhere.”
Yunho lifted his head slightly. “I have to, or else…”
Jaejoong’s smile widened. “You just leave it up to me. Trust me.”
Yunho did trust him, and he was prepared to tell the owner of the company to go fuck himself if he didn’t see reason anyway so either way, it worked out as far as Yunho was concerned.
Resting his head on Jaejoong’s shoulder, he said, “I need to get Stef home, though. He was going to drop me to the airport. He’s probably wondering what’s taking me so long.”
Jaejoong grinned. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him either. I’m sure he’s gone by now.” If he knew his friend, and he did, he’d probably left as soon as Yunho entered the building. Knowing him [Jaejoong] as well as he did, Stef would’ve known that his services wouldn’t be needed once Yunho arrived at Jaejoong’s apartment. They’d always been on the same wavelength.
“You’re probably right.”
“Of course, I am.”
Stilling his stroking, Jaejoong threaded his fingers through Yunho’s hair and tilted his face upward. His eyes glowed beautifully, the love he bore for the man looking up at him gleaming in their depths.
“I love you, Yunnie,” he murmured.
Yunho’s heart somersaulted, his ears rejoicing in the words he’d longed to hear. “I love you, Princess. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. ”
Doubt flashed in Jaejoong’s eyes, a momentary niggling that he couldn’t ignore. What if Yunho’s guilt returned? He didn’t think he could bear being hurt like that again.
“Are you sure?” he asked, giving voice to those doubts.
Yunho smiled. He remembered the way he’d felt, walking away from the cemetery, from Changmin’s grave, from Changmin himself: he’d never experienced peace and serenity like that before. He knew with every fiber of his being that there was no going back for him. Jaejoong was it.
Nodding, he said, “I’m sure.”
Tilting his face further upward, he briefly fused his lips with Jaejoong’s.
“A Prince always seals his promises with a kiss...”
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?
“You didn’t talk to me all week,” Yunho pointed out.
“True… But it’s only because I didn’t really know what to say. I couldn’t believe that you were finally here. I think I kept waiting for you to disappear like some figment of my imagination. Maybe I’d thought about you so much that my mind manifested you. Something along those lines.”
“You’ve changed,” Yunho whispered, seemingly in awe. The Jaejoong he knew had never been this open and straightforward with him. He’d talked but…not like this.
“Have I?” Jaejoong thought about it a moment. “I don’t think I’ve changed… To the contrary, I think I finally feel like myself again.” His eyes turned tender as they gazed up into Yunho’s. “I was so enchanted with you, by you, that I think I was so caught up in the bliss of being with you that I forgot to be me. Not that I wasn’t myself, of course. Everything that happened between us was 100% real. I just wasn’t completely myself, the way I am with Stef and Maggie, even Min. I was fairly obsessed with you, you know,” he admitted unabashedly. “Some days I couldn’t believe that I was living a fairytale, the life of my dreams.
But you should know, I was never mad at you. I knew from the get-go that you’d need time to deal with things and that you probably weren’t being honest with me or yourself about the way you felt. I knew and still I continued to live the fantasy, knowing that at any moment it could come to an abrupt end. And that is exactly what happened. I walked into this with both eyes open so while I won’t deny that you hurt me, really badly by the way,” he added with a cocked brow, “I couldn’t assign all the blame to you because it wasn’t your fault. And although you asked me to leave, I left because I wanted to. I could’ve changed your mind like I had in the past - I don’t know if you realize this but you find me irresistible - but I decided that this time we really needed some time apart. As it turned out, I needed it just as much as you did. Having some distance between us helped me find myself again. You’re still perfect in my eyes but you’re only perfectly human. You’re still my Prince Charming, you’re just a little dented.”
It was the truth, every word he said. He’d known that Yunho was struggling with the depth of what was going on between them but he hadn’t understood how much until after he’d left. Yunho, he’d realized, needed closure, and he wasn’t going to get that so long as Jaejoong was there disrupting the process. He’d gotten his in the days leading up to Changmin’s death, after all he was the only one who’d known just how bad things were for Min, the only one he’d been completely honest with. He hadn’t gotten to say goodbye to him the day he died but they’d said their goodbyes before, in every minute of every day they spent together, building memories that Jaejoong would hold to his heart for the rest of his life. But Yunho…he hadn’t had that. Min, in his effort to protect him, had deprived him of it, given him false hope that tragedy wasn’t looming on the horizon. He’d needed to face his feelings, to resolve them, to find closure. And now it seemed he had.
Yunho smiled. “I’m glad.”
“Now Yunho… If we’re finished with our little heart-to-heart, can we get back to business?” His voice dropped to a throaty, sexy whisper. “I want you, now, and I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
With a low growl, Yunho caught Jaejoong’s lips again, his kiss hard and hot as he plundered the soft, wet recesses of his lover’s sweet mouth. His hands were busy, sliding beneath Jaejoong’s sweater and pushing it upward. They separated long enough for him remove the sweater and fling it away before fusing his lips with Jaejoong again.
When next he broke the kiss, it was to nibble his way down Jaejoong’s jaw to his neck where he laved at the birthmark on his pale, smooth skin. He’d missed that spot. His hungry lips continued their journey downward, delightfully closing over Jaejoong’s pebbled nipple, his teeth tugging at the sensitive, turgid flesh when Jaejoong cried out in ecstasy. He’d missed how responsive and vocal Jaejoong was. It spurred his own desire, which was already raging out of control as it was.
He forced himself to release Jaejoong’s nipples - though he promised to return to them later - and kissed his way down the middle of his lean body to his navel, and lower. When he reached the waistband of his jeans and raised up slightly to undo the fastenings, Jaejoong took the opportunity to fist the back of his T-shirt and wrench it roughly over his head. He glanced down at Jaejoong in surprise and when he saw the intense lust in his beautiful, dark eyes, his erection swelled painfully. It needed out of the confines of his own jeans now.
“Wait!” Jaejoong spoke up suddenly. His brows furrowed. “You wouldn’t happen to have something in your pocket, would you…?”
Blushing, Yunho slipped his hand into his pants and pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid.
“I kind of got in the habit of carrying it around. It reminded me of you,” he admitted, his blush deepening. “It also comes in handy for other things, you know. Oh!” he exclaimed excitedly. “I took your advice and bought some stock in a company that manufactures this stuff. It’s not a lot of shares but I’ve already received a tidy return on it. Who knew it was so profitable? I wonder…”
“Yunho!” Jaejoong gripped Yunho’s face in his hands while he undulated his hips, making sure he had no doubt as to what state he was currently in. “Focus.”
Needing no further encouragement, Yunho undid Jaejoong’s jeans and lowered his lips to his waist, kissing the indent in the V-cut of his hips, following it back to the center of Jaejoong’s body. His hands snuck beneath Jaejoong’s bottom and between some commendable tugging from his teeth and a little help from Jaejoong himself, he managed to divest Jaejoong of the rest of his clothing. As soon as he was completely bare before him, his gaze zeroed in on the bright pink mass of muscle jutting out at the apex of Jaejoong’s thighs and he swooped down, devouring him in one swift move.
Jaejoong bucked upwards, his eyes squeezed tight as pleasure coursed through his veins. How long had he dreamt about and longed for this? The feelings that only Yunho could evoke in him. His skin burned, as if someone had lit him on fire, and his testes ached with the urge to release. Yunho’s expert tongue drove him crazy. He knew just what he liked, exactly what would make him whimper or howl - and he was howling aplenty - his hips driving upward as they involuntarily sought to deepen his physical connection with Yunho. Yunho lifted his legs over his shoulders, settling himself more comfortably into the sofa, and when he felt a cold, slick finger pressing against and sliding deep into his unused entrance, he immediately erupted, choking on a cry as he arched off the sofa, his body spending itself in the inner recesses of Yunho’s mouth.
As much as he loved the taste of Jaejoong on his tongue, sliding down his throat, Yunho couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to come. While Jaejoong was in the throes of his own orgasm, he withdrew his mouth and finger, frantically kicked his way out of his jeans, messily applied a palmful of lube and, before he’d properly re-settled between Jaejoong’s thigh, spread him wide and plunged deep into his tight heat. He groaned loudly as he sank in, his hardness forging its way through protesting muscular pressure until it found home. He stayed still for a second, to catch his breath, but the intermittent contractions around his cock as Jaejoong’s climax went on and on were too delicious to ignore.
Hiking one pale, shapely leg high, he withdrew all the way out and thrust back in, setting a pace of long, deep strokes alternated with quick, shallow jabs. He glanced down and saw Jaejoong’s newly spent erection already coming back to life. It was satisfying to see not only that Jaejoong wanted him just as badly as he was wanted in return but that he was able to pleasure and excite him again so quickly.
Jaejoong took control of his legs, hiking them high around Yunho’s waist and Yunho lowered his mouth to Jaejoong’s, thrusting his tongue as deeply as his member thrust into Jaejoong’s welcoming body. Jaejoong could taste the musky, slightly tangy scent of his essence on Yunho’s tongue and it made his head spin. Sucking himself off of Yunho’s tongue was a heady experience, both naughty and sexy as hell at the same time. Remembering just how wickedly good Yunho was with that same tongue, how he’d driven him to completion, had him tightening his legs around Yunho, his heel pressing against his butt cheeks to push him further into his body.
Though his mind was blissed out on lust, Yunho truly wanted this moment with Jaejoong to last for as long as either of them could manage but his balls ached with the repressed desire to unload and the caveman in him wanted to give it its head, to mark and reclaim what rightfully belonged to him. Holding onto Jaejoong’s waist, he quickened his pace, his hips pistoning in and out of Jaejoong’s tightness, his slick walls a massaging fist around Yunho’s swollen glans.
Jaejoong held on for dear life, moving with Yunho as best he could as he spurred his lover towards the edge. He purposely contracted around Yunho, knowing that he was adding to his pleasure and receiving pleasure in return. His once flaccid cock was painfully erect again and he knew he was only a couple of thrusts away from another wonderful climax.
Putting his tongue to Yunho’s ear, he tugged on his lobe gently before whispering in a low, husky voice, “Come with me, Yunnie. Fill me up.”
Jaejoong’s voice in Yunho’s ear was an added grenade to the conflagration burning its way through his veins. Tightening his grip on Jaejoong, Yunho slammed into him to the hilt, once…twice…and with a resonating roar, he stilled, embedded deep, and exploded, his breath frozen in his chest as his life force spilled into the greedy orifice that milked him dry.
Yunho’s orgasm set off his own and as Jaejoong came again, the thick, white fluid spurting between them, he stared up at Yunho, mesmerized by the image of masculine beauty he presented: the grace in which his toned, frozen body arched, handsome face taut, eyes closed, mouth agape, caught in the grip of his unending desire for the man gazing up at him with love in his eyes.
Drained and lifeless now, Yunho collapsed on top of Jaejoong, burying his face into his neck, kissing the slick damp skin against his lips. Jaejoong held him, using his last bit of strength to stroke Yunho’s back as their heart - it felt like one shared organ - settled down to a normal pace.
When he could speak again, Yunho whispered, “I don’t want to go…”
Jaejoong smiled to himself. “Don’t worry. You’re not going anywhere.”
Yunho lifted his head slightly. “I have to, or else…”
Jaejoong’s smile widened. “You just leave it up to me. Trust me.”
Yunho did trust him, and he was prepared to tell the owner of the company to go fuck himself if he didn’t see reason anyway so either way, it worked out as far as Yunho was concerned.
Resting his head on Jaejoong’s shoulder, he said, “I need to get Stef home, though. He was going to drop me to the airport. He’s probably wondering what’s taking me so long.”
Jaejoong grinned. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him either. I’m sure he’s gone by now.” If he knew his friend, and he did, he’d probably left as soon as Yunho entered the building. Knowing him [Jaejoong] as well as he did, Stef would’ve known that his services wouldn’t be needed once Yunho arrived at Jaejoong’s apartment. They’d always been on the same wavelength.
“You’re probably right.”
“Of course, I am.”
Stilling his stroking, Jaejoong threaded his fingers through Yunho’s hair and tilted his face upward. His eyes glowed beautifully, the love he bore for the man looking up at him gleaming in their depths.
“I love you, Yunnie,” he murmured.
Yunho’s heart somersaulted, his ears rejoicing in the words he’d longed to hear. “I love you, Princess. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. ”
Doubt flashed in Jaejoong’s eyes, a momentary niggling that he couldn’t ignore. What if Yunho’s guilt returned? He didn’t think he could bear being hurt like that again.
“Are you sure?” he asked, giving voice to those doubts.
Yunho smiled. He remembered the way he’d felt, walking away from the cemetery, from Changmin’s grave, from Changmin himself: he’d never experienced peace and serenity like that before. He knew with every fiber of his being that there was no going back for him. Jaejoong was it.
Nodding, he said, “I’m sure.”
Tilting his face further upward, he briefly fused his lips with Jaejoong’s.
“A Prince always seals his promises with a kiss...”