Untitled: A Story Without A Name Part 2/2
Title: Untitled: Part 2/2
Author: VampireMadonna
Pairing: YunJae
Rating: NC-17
Genre: IDK what to call this. Emo, heartbreaking angry smut.
Synopsis: Jae is beginning to crumble under the strain that's been weighing him down since the lawsuit began. One night, after a concert, Yunho pays him a visit..
Yunho stroked Jae’s full, red lower lip, watching as the tears dried up and desire resurfaced in his eyes. That’s my boy, he thought. Such a passionate little thing. Threading his hand through Jae’s hair, he brought his head down and claimed his lips. He was gentle, only nibbling at first, before molding his lips to the lush contours of Jae’s. Now there was love and tenderness, as there should have been from the beginning.
Yunho held Jae and kissed him senseless for a long time. He wanted Jae to remember this moment every time he thought of him. Whenever he hurt, or had doubts, he wanted Jae to remember what it had felt like to be loved and comforted.
He broke the kiss and shifted, extricating Jae’s limp member from his body, and gently pushed Jae to the side. Jae followed bonelessly. He placed Jae face down on the bed before straddling the backs of his thighs. He opened the bedside table but saw no familiar bottle of clear liquid.
“I don’t have any. I didn’t need it since…since there wasn’t anyone after you,” Jae admitted.
Yunho’s heart soared. He hadn’t really thought about it, hadn’t allowed himself to think about it, but occasionally a part of him wondered if Jae had moved on, or was trying to. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the tattoo in the middle of his back. “Me either,” he whispered.
He grabbed a bottle of lotion that, thankfully, Jae always had close-by. It wasn’t ideal but it would have to do. He wasn’t about to subject Jae to what he was currently experiencing. He squirted a fair amount into the palm of his hand and lubricated his fingers thoroughly. Reaching under Jae with his other hand, he wrapped his arm around his waist and guided him up to his knees. He trailed his lubed fingers up and down Jae’s channel until it was sufficiently moisturized before slowly inserting his middle finger into the hole.
Jae groaned into the bed, his hips pushing back against the intruding digit. It had been so long since he’d been with Yunho that he’d expected some pain but whether it was because he was relaxed or maybe because it was Yunho himself, the initial sting he felt from the penetration only added to his pleasure. When Yunho inserted a second, then third finger, setting a steady pace, he met his rhythm move for move.
“Yunho…” he moaned.
“I know, baby,” Yunho said soothingly.
He wanted Jae to be just as aroused as he was when he entered him and he could see by the fully erect shaft dangling between Jae’s legs, which was leaking precum on the silk sheets, that his plan had worked. He thrust his fingers deep one last time, smiling as Jae’s back arched and a loud moan echoed off the walls of the room, before sliding them out. He kneed his way between Jae’s thighs, forcing his legs further apart. He tipped the bottle of lotion and squeezed a long stream into his palm. He gripped his cock and spread the white substance up, down and all the way around until he was fully coated. He positioned his other hand on Jae’s waist, holding him in place, while he guided himself to Jae’s winking, pink hole.
Despite the elaborate amount of lotion, there was still a lot of resistance as he tried to gently and slowly insert himself. It didn’t help that Jae had tensed at the intrusion.
“Just do it,” Jae encouraged. “I’ll be okay, don’t worry about me.”
Trusting his judgment, Yunho steadied himself and forcefully pressed in. Jae’s nails raked the sheets but he didn’t try to stop him. Once the thick width of his head pushed past the tight outer ring, however, the rest of his shaft slid in easily. When he was fully embedded in Jae, he paused, taking a deep breath. He felt Jae relax, his own breathing returning to normal. When contracted his sphincter muscles around his cock, he took that as a sign to get going. His baby was always rather impatient, he thought, smiling to himself.
He didn’t bother to start off slow but instead went immediately for a quick, even tempo. Jae met him, thrust for thrust. While he was wrapped up in the sensations thrumming under every inch of his skin, he couldn’t help smiling at the sounds Jae was making. Jae had always been very…vocal in bed. But he didn’t just make noises, it was the kind of noises he made. Yunho had never heard anything like it. It was a moan that was halfway between a purr and a growl. He literally sounded like he was ‘meowing’ at times. It was the strangest sound he’d ever heard yet he could cum just hearing it without Jae even touching him. To say it was sexy as fuck was an understatement.
“Yunhooooooooooo!”
He tuned into Jae’s moans, focusing on that and that alone, and his hips automatically sped up. He felt like he was on fire. His body was engulfed in heat from the tips of his toes, to his hairline but most particularly his cock in the cocoon of Jae’s tight ass. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer but he was determined that Jae cum with him so he forced himself to slow down. Jae whimpered in complaint but he ignored him. He halted his movements entirely.
“Yunho…” Jae whispered.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
Yunho shifted back onto his heels until he was kneeling in an upright position. He gripped Jae’s waist with one hand and pulled him back while the other snaked around his chest and pulled him into an upright kneeling position in front of Yunho. He wanted to be able to see, touch and taste more of him than he had been able to when Jae was face down in the bed. Spreading his thighs, he urged Jae between them.
When Jae felt Yunho’s stiffness poking his butt cheeks, he reached a hand around and stroked it. He heard Yunho gasp then sigh as his hand pumped up and down his shaft. He could tell by the quickening of his breath that Yunho was close. He didn’t want him cumming in his hand, though, so he stilled his movements. Shifting on his knees, he wriggled his butt until he felt the thick head of Yunho’s cock at his entrance. He teased the tip with his nail, gently scratching it. Yunho’s loud moan excited him and made his own cock stiffen further. He rubbed the leaking precum on as much of the surface of Yunho’s shaft as he could then, holding it firmly, sat back on it. He pushed down slowly, sighing loudly as he did so. Whereas he’d been empty before, now he was full. It felt so good. It was like coming home. Only Yunho had ever made him feel so complete. Yunho was home.
Yunho gripped his chin and turned his face to the side, capturing his lips in a rough yet passionate kiss. Yunho started moving, thrusting upwards while Jae flexed himself around Yunho’s hardness. The friction was amazing. Yunho felt like Jae’s hot walls were milking the life out of him while Jae was experiencing tremors of pleasure every time Yunho hit his g-spot. They were both panting into each other’s mouths even as their tongues dueled.
It was Jae that broke the kiss, his head lolling back onto Yunho’s shoulders as he lifted then lowered himself in time to meet Yunho’s upward thrusts. He continued contracting then relaxing his muscles as it clearly bought immense pleasure to both of them.
“I’m close,” Yunho grunted. He slipped his hand down to Jae’s turgid flesh, gripped his tightly and began stroking mercilessly. “Cum with me, baby.”
Jae groaned when Yunho palmed him, the groan turning into a high-pitched keen when Yunho’s fist tightened around him. Yunho always knew just what he wanted, what he needed. As much as he loved the tenderness, he always enjoyed a little rough play, especially towards the end. He crowed when Yunho squeezed the tip of his cock between his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, that feels so good!” he screamed.
Yunho’s free hand sought Jae’s as it clawed the sheet. Linking their fingers, he brought it to Jae’s chest, just over his heart, and pressed him back against him. “Cum for me, baby,” he whispered into his ear, before his mouth traveled down the side of Jae’s neck to his most sensitive spot. When his lips clamped onto it, he tightened his hand around Jae’s cock and squeezed with all his might.
Crying out Yunho’s name, Jae came, spurting all over Yunho’s hand and onto the sheets below him. His hips bucked rapidly against Yunho, his sphincter muscles tightening painfully around Yunho, triggering his own orgasm. Stream after stream, he poured himself into Jae. As Jae continued convulsing around him, he kept cumming and cumming til he felt like it was never going to end. Finally, Jae collapsed forward and his cock sprang free, a trail of cum still dribbling out his swollen tip. He let himself fall beside Jae, his breathing labored. Turning his head, his eyes flitted over Jae’s face. Swollen red lips, flushed damp skin, wet hair tumbling over his forehead as his eyelids slowly fluttered closed. All the strain was gone from his face now, the lines smoothed out.
“You are so beautiful…” he whispered.
Jae’s mouth stretched into a smile. “You make me feel beautiful. I’m only beautiful when I’m with you.”
“No,” Yunho disagreed. He rolled onto his side and reached a hand out to gently stroke Jae’s cheek. Jae leaned into his caress, a blissful sigh escaping his lips. “You’re always beautiful. But you’re loved when you’re with me so you feel beautiful.”
Jae’s eyes opened to gaze at him. “I love you, Yunho,” he said seriously.
Yunho leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before gathering him into his arms. “I love you too, baby.”
Jae snuggled into Yunho, wrapping his arms around his waist. He’d missed this so much, he never wanted it to end. He felt a yawn coming and tried to stifle it but Yunho felt it anyway.
“Go to sleep, honey.”
Jae shook his head. “If I sleep then you’ll leave.”
Yunho couldn’t deny that. He glanced at the bedside clock. It was already 4:00am. It wouldn’t be long before the sun rose and he’d have to leave long before that.
He pressed a kiss to Jae’s hair before resting his cheek on it. “Just let me hold you while you sleep, please. I’ve missed this so much.”
In that moment, Jae couldn’t deny him anything. “Just wake me before you leave,” he pleaded, already drifting off.
Yunho didn’t reply but Jae was already asleep so he didn’t notice.
He knew he was alone before he even opened his eyes. There was no warmth, no presence emanating from beside him. He tried not to be sad, disappointed or angry but all three came rushing to the fore. How stupid could he be? Had he honestly believed that Yunho would still be there when he woke up? He didn’t blame Yunho, he assured himself, but that still did nothing to abate his vexation. It wasn’t Yunho he was mad it, it was the situation that made it impossible for them to spend any length of time together. Yunho couldn’t be caught leaving his room, or anywhere near the hotel for that matter, so he always left as soon as Jae fell asleep.
But Jae knew that he hadn’t rushed out this time. Although he’d fallen asleep, he had resurfaced some time later and Yunho had still been there, holding him. He was dozing lightly and Jae had watched him, memorizing every facet of his face. It was already memorized after so many years together, of course, but he thought of these visits as refreshers. And there were differences since the last time he’d seen Yunho. More stress lines, deep shadows beneath his eyes. Jae hurt knowing how much Yunho was suffering, just as he knew Yunho felt the same for him. It was an impossible situation but somehow their love continued to bloom and strengthen. He’d snuggled into Yunho, felt his arms automatically tighten around him. Yes, it was hard, but somehow they still found their way back to one another. With that in mind, he’d let the strong, dependable beat of Yunho’s heart beneath his ear lull him back to sleep.
Now, he opened his eyes and braced himself for the day ahead. As he rose to a sitting position, he came to a realization. As angry and frustrated as he was, he felt much lighter than he had the previous morning. Good sex will do that for you, a little voice said. He chuckled lightly, then rolled to his feet and headed for the bathroom. As he stood in the shower under the hot spray, the aches and extra-sensitive spots in his body let themselves be known. He had been well and thoroughly used. God, he’d missed that…
Of its own accord, his mind ran through the sequence of events and before long, he was hard and throbbing, his body demanding release. The next thing he knew, his hand had wrapped around his shaft and he was jerking himself off. No, his heart cried. He dropped his hand, mentally forcing his arousal away. He had no problem with masturbation, it had probably kept him sane these last few months, but he didn’t want to have any sexual experiences so soon on the heels of what he’d just shared with Yunho, not even with himself. He felt like if he gave into it, then it made their lovemaking all about the sex and that couldn’t be further from the truth. The physical release was wonderful but the most important part of lovemaking was being with Yunho, being one with him. The communion of souls, as it were.
My goodness, you’re cheesy, the little voice said again.
“Shut up,” he muttered.
He finished up in the shower, grabbed a toweling robe and threw it on. This time, unlike the night before, he did stop to look at himself in the mirror. He could see the changes immediately: the light that had been missing from his eyes was back, the stress lines around his eyes and mouth weren’t as deep…and he had a huge, silly grin on his face. Oh, yes, Yunho had indeed rejuvenated him from the inside out.
When he walked back into the bedroom, his eyes fell to the bed. It was a mess. He could see the remnants of last night’s passion with his naked eye and blushed slightly at the thought of the poor maid whose job it was to get the stains out. He’d have to remember to leave her a tip. He walked to the bed and, with just a bit of regret, stripped the sheets. When he got to the pillow cases, he paused. He lifted the pillow Yunho had slept on to his nose and inhaled. His scent was still there. He hugged it tightly, giving himself this moment to gather the strength he’d need for what lay ahead. Giving into the childish thought that suddenly occurred to him, he peeled the pillow case off, folded and stuffed it into his bag. The things Yunho makes me do, he thought with a smile. He didn’t mind feeling like a teenager in love. He hoped their love never got old.
Just then his stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before. Thankfully he’d requested a room with a mini-kitchen so he could cook for himself. Strolling out of the bedroom, he made a mental checklist of everything he had to do before he checked out that afternoon. Because he was so preoccupied, he didn’t notice it at first but when he came to a stop at the counter and focused, he froze. Set on the narrow counter top in front him, there was a plate with what he assumed were supposed to be pancakes. It was hard to tell because they were misshapen and congealed from having gone cold. The coffee pot plugged in next to it was full. He pressed the back of his palm against it. It was still warm.
Tears pricked behind his eyelids. It had been so long since Yunho had cooked for him. Truthfully, he wasn’t very good, but Jae appreciated the sentiment. He sat, drizzled syrup on the lumpy dough, picked up his fork and took his first bite. It was dry, floury, crunchy…and the most delicious meal he’d ever eaten. He poured himself a mug of lukewarm coffee and took a sip. His eyes finally fell to the mini-laptop beside the coffee pot: his laptop. He hadn’t noticed it missing from the bedroom but, admittedly, he hadn’t been paying attention. There was a note stuck to the top. He picked up the lappy and placed it on the other side of his plate. He peeled the folded square off and opened it.
“Good morning, baby,” it read. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay. I hope you understand.” Jaejoong nodded to himself. “I’m missing you already. Hold on, for me, for us. I’ll be back soon. Saranghae…” With that, the tears that had only been a tickling sensation thus far filled and blurred his vision then tumbled down his cheeks. Sniffling, he turned to the laptop again and slowly opened it. Everything was the same except…the background had been changed. When last he’d used it, there’d been a picture of his beloved Jiji. Now, there was a photo of him and Yunho. He was standing in the circle of Yunho’s arms, laughing, both of them looking up, at what he didn’t know. There was a red, ribboned heart threading around them. He knew it was a fan photo because YunJae Love was stamped across it. As he looked closer, he finally comprehended the background of the picture itself. AKTF: Always Keep The Faith.
Later he would wonder how he managed to keep from collapsing into a blubbering mess. His heart clenched painfully, his breath hitching. He knew what Yunho was trying to tell him: never give up hope. Things might seem futile now, times dark, but so long as they continued to believe, so long as they had faith, they would be all right. One day they wouldn’t have to hide anymore. One day, they’d be together again.
He knuckled his eyes like a baby and wiped his nose in the sleeve of his robe. He picked up his fork and resumed eating. As he chewed around a mouthful of crunch, he gazed lovingly at the monitor, smiling through the silent tears that still fell. Yes, it might be impossible right now but he’d wait. Wait…and hope.
A/N #1: The subject storyline is a sticky one at the moment, I know, and it’s not meant to insinuate or simulate any thoughts, feelings or real life events about the parties involved. Or maybe it is: fan fiction is all wishful thinking, isn’t it? Anyway, I just want to say I’m not assigning blame to anyone. I love them both.
A/N #2: I wrote an alternate ending for the contest, since it required a happy ending but I didn't include it here because the original ending is, in my opinion, more in keeping with the tone of the story: uncertain but hopeful. However, if you guys want, I'll add it in.