Pink Ribbons 1/2

Jul 15, 2011 14:19

Title: Pink Ribbons 1/2
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I would find random things to tie them up with.

Summary: Jaejoong has an obsession ...

A/N: This fic is for abcdefghiluvyou ... and this answers the question of why Yoochun suddenly cut his hair short ... *snickers* ...



Poster credit goes to 0xkaiia0x!

Part 1:

Changmin dared him to do it, and Yoochun did it.

They'd done all the sexual dares when they were in Japan and horny teenagers. Now they were grown up.

So Yoochun put pink ribbons in his hair and walked down to the corner store.

"What?" he said to the ajushii who looked at him funny.

A fan snapped a picture of it, and it was all over the internet forever.

They all laughed the next day, and it was forgotten by all in the course of the lawsuit and the stress of their lives.

Except Jaejoong.

His waking nightmares were filled with Yoochun's smile, long hair pulled back with those ribbons.

Jaejoong couldn't sleep, because all he saw when his eyes shut was Yoochun's round, red, apple cheeks, and his black hair, a dark contrast with the pink ribbons.

Adorable.

Innocent, until Jaejoong's mind took those pink ribbons elsewhere. Tied around the base of Yoochun's erection. Dangling from sharp nipple clamps. Binding his hands to the headboard of his bed.

And for Jaejoong's birthday, Yoochun promised to grow his hair out, because when asked, all Jaejoong could say was he liked Yoochun's hair long. He could not give the reason.

In preparation, just in case, and because he couldn't stop, he bought little pink bows and hid them in a box in the back of his closet.

When Yoochun cut his hair (it was just a trim, hyung), Jaejoong was beyond devastated.

He had to act before Yoochun cut all of his hair off.

That night. He pounced, making up some lame excuse for Yoochun to come over. And he did and they drank.

"Chunnie-ah," Jaejoong whispered, cuddling close.

Yoochun smiled, because Jaejoong always grew clinging and desperate when he was drunk. "What, Jaejoong-ah?"

"Come to bed with me, please."

"And do what?"

Jaejoong tilted his head up, unburying it from where it'd been smashed in Yoochun's armpit. "Stuff."

Yoochun cursed when Jaejoong licked his lower lip. He stood up, cock half hard and pulled Jaejoong along behind him.

"Wait, Yoochun, I ..."

Yoochun stopped in the middle of the hall, confused. "What?"

Jaejoong smiled and said, "I'm having control issues."

Yoochun smirked, and let Jaejoong lead him to the bed, lay him down. Their lips me in one kiss, and then Jaejoong said to hang on a second. He disappeared into his closet, and Yoochun shivered in anticipation.

Jaejoong stopped just outside the closet and shifted from foot to foot. "Close your eyes. Please."

"Why?"

"It's ... please."

Yoochun shut his eyes.

Jaejoong was shaking uncontrollably as he came back to the bed. Yoochun trusted him, maybe a little too much, and he lifted his arms and let Jaejoong tie them to the bedpost, not knowing that he was being tied up with pink ribbons.

Jaejoong took his sweat pants off, and a moment later, pressure at the base of his cock had him gasping and rising off the bed, eyes wide open.

"Jaejoong ... what the ..."

Jaejoong's cheeks were as pink as the ribbon he was tying in a bow on Yoochun's cock.

Yoochun froze, unable to comprehend anything, staring at the box full of so much pink.

Jaejoong crawled up him, a ribbon in his mouth. Yoochun shivered as it caressed his chest and over his nipples. Jaejoong straddled his chest and with deft fingers, tied ribbon after ribbon into Yoochun's hair.

"You cut your hair," Jaejoong whispered, voice breaking.

Yoochun wanted to apologize, but Jaejoong shook his head, like he knew.

"I could have fit so many more ribbons in your hair. Oh, god, and remember when it all curly. Fuck, Yoochun."

Jaejoong stayed over him. He had weaved a ribbon or three or seven between his own fingers. He stroked himself, and his other hand tangled in Yoochun's hair.

Yoochun didn't move. Jaejoong whimpered, hips rising, bringing himself close to completion. He'd never done this before. The ribbons scraped on his cock. He looked down at Yoochun, at all the ribbons in his hair and he shook hard. He lowered his cock to Yoochun's mouth and Yoochun turned away from it, eyes shutting.

Jaejoong wanted to cry, but he was so close. He rubbed the head of his cock on Yoochun's cheek until precome and the pressure of slickness on sensitive skin had him coming hard, screaming soundlessly as he covered Yoochun's face and hair and all those pink ribbons in come.

His eyes opened, saw the look of ... not quite disgust on Yoochun's face and he yanked himself away from his friend.

"That was ... weird," Yoochun said carefully.

Jaejoong curled in a ball for a moment. Trying not to cry. When he was sure he had a handle on his emotions, he said, "Everyone has some weird kink, don't they?"

"I guess."

Jaejoong released his hands and escaped from the room.

---

The next day, they met at the studio and Yoochun's hair was cut short to his scalp. To Junsu, he said that the drama required it, but he refused to look at Jaejoong.

"Are you okay, hyung?" Junsu asked a few hours later.

Jaejoong didn't realize he was crying. He wiped his face and said, that yes, he was fine, just falling into his memories.

Junsu nodded in understanding and gave him a hug.

That night, in a metal bowl on his balcony, Jaejoong watched the ribbons burn.

Part 2: Unwind Me

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genre: bandfic jyj, warning: bondage, pairing: jaejoong/yoochun, rating: nc-17, length: two shot

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