w/o warning --11
Title: w/o warning
Chapters: 15
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae, Min?
Summary: It took a crossdresser, a yaoi manga and a steamy fanfiction to turn the TVXQ household upside down. Oh, and one more thing... a one night stand.
A/N: An update! ^^ Oh it's nearing to the end!! Hope you like it <3
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Chapter 11
Jaejoong crawled beneath the comforters and snuggled closer to the sleeping Yunho. His scent was intoxicating. Fighting the urge to lick the back of Yunho’s neck, Jaejoong sighed.
Did he have the courage to admit these growing feelings that’s fluttering in his stomach and swelling in his heart? He didn’t know. But he hoped there was a chance to explore.
“What should I do?” Jaejoong thought aloud, tucking a hand beneath his head.
***
The slight click of the door told Changmin that Jaejoong had came through the front door. He was back late. Changmin wondered where he had been. Maybe he was sorting out the problems between him and Yunho. Well, that was what he hoped. Turning his gaze back to the computer, he clicked on the blinking orange icon on the taskbar.
CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
hey, I think Yoosu’s not in good condition.
CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
looked like they’re fighting or something
s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
really?
s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
then what are you going to do?
s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
do you still want them together?
CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
OF COZ! I know they love each other
CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
and it’s more than just friends
CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
they just need guidance
s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
haha yeah
CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
I’ve never seen your face before…
s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
hmm?
CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
u know, I was just wondering what you looked like…
s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
haha someday you will
s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
not now
s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
I’m not ready to show my face
CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
No worries
s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
XD
s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
ok I got to go. Talk to you some other time.
CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
You too! Bye!
s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
bye!
***
Yoochun lifted his gaze to the alarm clock sitting pretty by his side. Fortunately, it was still too early to hit the showers. He rolled on his side to observe his sleeping angel. Running his fingers over Junsu’s hips, he drew small circles, feeling his heart swell. It felt like bursting. This feeling. What was it called? Love, his head told him.
Yes, he was in love. He was very sure of it. If not, why would he have given his body, his ass and everything else to Junsu? He gave everything he could, all for Junsu. All for the man he loved.
Always would.
It had been a long way. Years flew by, and now he was standing on the fence, almost crossing to the other side. He wasn’t gay. But he was gay for this man. Yoochun walked his fingers up to touched Junsu’s silky hair.
His best friend.
Would Junsu take the first step with him? Take their friendship to a new level? Shaking the thought away, Yoochun smiled. He would cherish every moment with Junsu. And he’d wait for Junsu’s confession. However long it takes.
***
He moaned at the soft caresses. Junsu hazily blinked his eyes open. And the first thing he saw was Yoochun. Smiling up at him. Without thinking, Junsu jerked away from the touch, causing him to fall over the bed. Lucky him, he landed on his butt.
“Junsu, are you alright?” Yoochun crawled over to peer at him. Concern written all over his face.
“I’m alright! Why are we naked?” Junsu’s shrieked. Eyes were now on fire, fury eating him up slowly.
“What are you talking about? We had sex, Junsu.” Yoochun moved over so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Or made love, depending on how you see it.”
Sex? It couldn’t be! He was with outside with a girl. Not Yoochun! Maybe Yoochun had… had taken him home or something and then…
“You raped me!” Junsu screamed. His voice now so high it could have broke the window behind him.
“I didn’t!” Now it was Yoochun’s turn to scream. How could Junsu accuse him of rape!? When it was Junsu who was humping him to oblivion?
“You did!” Junsu pulled the covers to hide his crotch. “It must be! It can’t be me who raped you!”
Yoochun yanked Junsu by the neck and threw him across the bed. “You listen here, babe.”
“What!?” Junsu hissed.
“You were dumped, then you were drunk.” Yoochun growled. “And you fucked me.” Yoochun emphasised the third word by poking Junsu’s chest.
“Bullshit!” Junsu pushed Yoochun off of him. “I don’t believe you. You’re trying to get some sympathy from me? Forget it. I know you’re trying to brainwash me. You think by this way, I’d feel guilty and go homo with you? Forget it! I’m straight; get it in your head. I’m not you. Don’t make me like you!”
Junsu stormed out, without looking back. Yoochun slumped on the bed. Face buried in his hand as a sob escaped from him.
***
The afternoon was nearing its end. The boys were tired after recording five songs straight without much break in between. Yoora rubbed her tired eyes. After stretching from sitting for too long, she went over to run through their schedule tomorrow.
Yunho groaned. “Save it for tomorrow, will you?”
Yoora looked from one face to the other. “Ok, I’ll remind you guys again tomorrow.”
“Good.” Changmin stretched his back. “I feel so hungry I could eat a whale.”
Yoochun smirked. “I bet you would even eat that mike if it’s edible.”
Jaejoong doubled over. Glancing over at Junsu, Jaejoong scowled.
“Junsu, you’re ok?” Jaejoong patted his shoulder.
“I’m alright.” Junsu gave a weak smile before turning to exit the recording room.
Yoochun looked away. His chest tightened at the thought of this morning. Biting back the urge to protest Junsu’s reply, Yoochun excused himself.
“I need to pee.” Yoochun said.
And he made his way out the room and down the hall. Turning to his left, he darted inside. Thank goodness it was empty. Yoochun picked the last cubicle and locked himself in. He closed the toilet lid, sat on it and stared at nothingness.
He bit back a sob that threatened to erupt. It was too much for him. Being in the same room as Junsu wasn’t so bad, but having that smile vanished from him felt worse. For the sake of their band mates, they had played their usual role well, hiding their tension well.
But Yoochun didn’t know how long he could keep up with this pretence. Biting his lips hard, he let the tears wet his cheeks.
***
The kitchen was quiet except for the cluttering kitchenware. Yunho stood with his back against Jaejoong. He was setting the table while Jaejoong chopped some garlic. Yoochun and the other two members were sent to buy the ingredients for dinner. Changmin hadn’t wanted to, but after he was told that Jaejoong was cooking, he volunteered. Nobody would give up the chance to eat Jaejoong’s cooking.
“Hey, Jae-“ Yunho paused, sized up the gorgeous boy.
“Yes?” Jaejoong glanced over his shoulder, and continued tying the string behind, just above the curve of his butt.
“Need help?” Yunho sauntered over, hoping he would say yes.
“Yes, if you don’t mind.” Jaejoong laughed.
Yunho closed their distance. It was a mistake on his part because when he was this close, he could smell his spicy cologne. The curve of his neck looked so smooth, and Yunho had the urge to flick his tongue across it.
“You’re gorgeous.” Yunho blurted. He winced when it came out suddenly.
“Thanks, you’re no different.” Jaejoong chuckled.
With his front just a few inches from Jaejoong’s back, he couldn’t help but study how beautiful his rear was. He could feel the heat emitting from the man. Ignoring the throbbing of his heart, Yunho pulled two strings from both side of Jaejoong’s hips and tied a knot. Then when it was done, he gave those sexy hips a squeeze.
Jaejoong inhaled sharply when Yunho’s hand lingered on his hips. He felt a quick rush in him. All blood went south, awakening the fire of lust in him. He wanted to turn and embrace Yunho but was afraid he’d be rejected.
Jaejoong could feel his heart constricting his throat “Yunho?” He gulped. The sound came out in low whisper.
“Yeah?” Yunho gave in to his desire and hugged Jaejoong close, pulling him back against his front. “You’re really warm.”
The hot breath tickled Jaejoong’s ear, sending delicious tremor through him. He didn’t want Yunho to let go. And he wanted to kiss him, so badly. Would Yunho push him away if he did so? Or would he kiss him back? His head told him no. But he was following his heart. He had to take chances, no matter what the consequence was.
When Jaejoong pulled away from his embrace, Yunho thought he was doomed, that he would loose him. But when Jaejoong instead spun and smiled at him, Yunho didn’t know how to react. Was Jaejoong going to slap him? Or was he going to pretend it didn’t happen? He expected the latter.
But what he didn’t expect was Jaejoong kissing him. Devouring him through his mouth. Yunho groaned. His arm quickly came around Jaejoong’s waist to rock him against his body.
Jaejoong slipped his arms around Yunho’s neck, pulling him closer. They didn’t break away and was forced to breathe through their noses. He’d waited for this forever, and now, to kiss Yunho thoroughly… he was a goner.
“You shouldn’t have worn anything beneath this apron.” Yunho muttered against Jaejoong’s neck.
“Uh, if only I knew…” Jaejoong slipped his hand beneath Yunho’s slacks and cupped his prize through his boxers.
“Oh, gorgeous.” Yunho scraped his teeth along the other man’s collarbone. “I want you.”
“Yunho!” Jaejoong groaned his name as the other took over his nipple through the thin apron.
Jaejoong pulled Yunho up and attacked him lips. This time with much more hunger. He sucked Yunho’s tongue into his, tasting the man that he wanted, needed, loved. Splaying his palms over Yunho’s chest, he pushed the latter back till he was trapped between him and the kitchen counter.
“Oh, so good. Jaejoong… oh my god…” Yunho moaned.
If Jaejoong don’t stop grinding against his crotch, he swore he would cream his boxers. Yunho pulled down his zipper exposing his stiff manhood, leaking with pre-come. Seeing Jaejoong licking his lips, he thought he was done for.
“Let me…” Jaejoong didn’t finish his sentence and scrunched up the apron, freeing his own manhood from the constraint of his shorts.
He fisted both their shaft together. Yunho watched Jaejoong’s face flush at the pleasure. Soon his hand was a blur. He climaxed hard with Jaejoong’s name on his lips. Jaejoong trembled violently, spurting his sticky come between them.
“We dirtied your apron.” Yunho said after he was calm enough to talk.
Jaejoong laughed, and so did he.
A loud click brought their heads to the door.
“Shit. They’re back.” Yunho hissed, pushing Jaejoong away gently.
***
“We’re back!” Changmin shouted at the top of his lungs, happily hopped in with the tub of ice-cream hugged close to his chest. “This is mine! No one touches this.”
“Selfish.” Junsu chuckled. He put the grocery back on the counter. “What are you doing? Washing?”
“Yeah.” Jaejoong nodded.
“Apron?” Yoochun said after closer inspection.
Jaejoong laughed. “Oh, Yunho here was a little clumsy and he spilled some sauce on my pretty apron.”
“Just put that aside! I’m hungry!” Changmin whined, clutching his stomach.
“Dinner will be ready soon.” Jaejoong grinned and smiled at Yunho.
When Yunho returned his smile with a wink, Jaejoong floored.
To be continued...
A/N: Ok, if it's messy, tell me. I don't know if I potrayed the emotions well. You tell me. Coz I thought it's slightly messy. Anyway comments are loved.