Host with the Most 8/?
Title: Host with the Most 8/?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, (others/Yoochun)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Man, if only I owned a host club ... these boys would make me so much money. But I don't. So I can't. And I'm still poor.
Summary: Yoochun works at a "karaoke" bar called The Music Box. He needs the money, as most hosts do. He's a seasoned veteran, knows how to play the game, and never lets himself get too close to his clients.
A/N: I am not allowed to start new fics. In my defense, this was supposed to be an angsty one-shot.
Part 8: Sexy Games
Jaejoong laughed and helped Yoochun pull off his shirt. He sat up and yanked off his own, and then ran his hands up and down Yoochun’s chest. He traced the wing tattoo with his fingers and leaned down for another kiss.
Yoochun pulled him down, their bodies together, shifting and twisting until they were side by side, curled up in each other’s arms, mouths together, tongues dancing.
Pants were next, fingers tugging on buttons, legs knocking and getting in each other’s way. Laughter and speed, just a bit more time than usual because neither stopped kissing the other long enough to actually look at what they were doing. Yoochun shifted on top, one hand palming Jaejoong through his boxers, the other holding himself up so he could get his mouth on Jaejoong’s skin. His neck, shoulder, and then down his chest, tracing the curls of tattoos.
With hands on Yoochun’s ass, Jaejoong smiled, squeezing lightly. “Isn’t this too soon?” His hands slipped into Yoochun’s boxers.
“Not really. Aren’t we getting married?”
Jaejoong laughed, and pushed the underwear down. Yoochun moved to get them off and slid down Jaejoong’s body, mouth on his skin again, taking Jaejoong’s boxers with him. Sliding his hands down Jaejoong’s thighs, he licked and tongued at Jaejoong’s navel piercing. He made sure his cheek brushed over Jaejoong’s cock. Just enough to feel it twitch, just enough for Jaejoong to whimper for more.
Yoochun took his time.
He already knew that Jaejoong loved being teased. He already knew how to destroy Jaejoong’s self control. They’d have frantic hot sex eventually, but now, with the afternoon light streaming through Yoochun’s windows and dyeing Jaejoong’s skin golden, now was the time for ... well, time.
Moving up, instead of down, Yoochun licked at Jaejoong’s body, enjoying the way the muscles jerked and skin pebbled from his breath. He lapped at the barbell through Jaejoong’s nipple and used his fingers to tug at the other nipple. Fingers settled in his hair and then slid down his back, digging into skin.
Yoochun smiled up at Jaejoong, wondering if his eyes were just as dark, his breath just as short. He went back to Jaejoong’s lips for more clinging kisses, lips and tongues. Moans. Jaejoong curled around him, arms around his back, legs around his waist. Bodies flush. Yoochun rocked against him, erections sliding on skin.
Jaejoong whimpered against his mouth, and Yoochun shifted, not releasing his claim on Jaejoong’s lips, but just enough to get a hand between them and curled around Jaejoong’s erection. He let his fingertips explore slit, ridge and piercing.
“Do you want an orgasm from my mouth, my hand, or my dick?”
Jaejoong’s chuckle broke off with a high noise when Yoochun ran his palm over the crown of his cock. “All three. Please, all three.”
Yoochun smiled and kept kissing and stroking. “Hmm,” he added with a tug on Jaejoong’s lower lip with his teeth. “What about the orgasm with you thrusting inside me? That’d be four. I’m not sure I can make you come four times.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Not if you keep talking.”
Yoochun laughed. He pushed himself up, kept their hips together and ground down against Jaejoong’s body. “If I wow you so much now, that will set the standard too high. I can’t do that to myself.”
“You keep talking, you’re going to be doing lots of things to yourself.”
Yoochun laughed again and shifted back down Jaejoong’s body. He gripped his cock, held it up and licked at the head and then the piercing. Jaejoong’s fingers went right back to his hair. After just a few more teasing licks, Yoochun took Jaejoong into his throat, bobbing his head up and down.
“So good,” Jaejoong said with a whimper. “Mouth is so good.”
Yoochun hummed, pulling another soft gasp from Jaejoong. He tugged on Jaejoong’s balls and took him as deep as he could, almost to the point of uncomfortable. Jaejoong’s hips lifted off the bed with a whimper. “Don’t, you’ll make me come already.”
Yoochun chuckled and bobbed his head just a couple more times. He let up and pressed kisses up the length of the shaft. He stopped again at his bellybutton and licked at the piercing.
Jaejoong’s hands tightened in his hair and he hauled Yoochun up to his mouth. Yoochun let himself be manhandled, but kept his body off Jaejoong’s enough to grip both of their erections.
“God, stop, please.”
“So come,” Yoochun whispered into his mouth. “I’ve got nothing else to do for the next few hours but love you.”
Jaejoong whimpered and demanded another kiss, and then another. His body shivered under the touch, his gasps huffing through his mouth and then his nose. Yoochun released himself and concentrated on Jaejoong. The shaft was slick with precome. Just enough friction. Just enough pressure. Jaejoong trembled against him, gripping his back tight. His hips rose into the touches, his head tilted back.
Yoochun went to his mouth, to his lower lip, and sucked on it. Jaejoong gasped and then whined as he shook, shuddering out his release onto his stomach, splashes landing on Yoochun’s skin and curling over his knuckles.
Jaejoong collapsed underneath him, gasping.
With a smile, Yoochun kissed at his skin, his neck, that birthmark, over his shoulders. He pumped his hand slowly, until Jaejoong whimpered and shoved at his hand. Yoochun chuckled, curled up against Jaejoong’s side, and propped his head up on an elbow. He used the other hand to swirl a finger through the mess and then pressed it against Jaejoong’s lips.
Jaejoong moaned and licked his finger clean. His eyes opened, dark and needy as he sucked on Yoochun’s finger.
And this time Yoochun moaned, moved his finger and went back to Jaejoong’s lips for a kiss. Jaejoong rolled over him, pressing him to the bed and then climbed over his lap. His cock was still half hard.
Yoochun ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s muscles arms and then over his back. “Now what?”
Jaejoong growled and kissed him firmly. “Top or bottom?” he demanded against his lips.
“Today?” Yoochun shrugged. “You pick.”
Jaejoong looked at him with narrowed eyes.
“No, that is not a line,” Yoochun said with a grin. “As a host, I’m usually always the bottom. But I don’t mind either way.”
Jaejoong frowned.
Chuckling, Yoochun leaned forward for another kiss. “If you’re going to think this is all a line from a host thing, then you better fuck me and do it hard, because having Hero bend me over and fuck me has always been one of my fantasies.”
“That isn’t fair.”
“Not to either of us. So understand that this is not that moment. And it never has been between us, remember?”
Jaejoong’s pout was irresistible, and Yoochun tangled his hands in Jaejoong’s hair for another long kiss. It took a few minutes for Jaejoong to relax again, and then he asked, lips still pressed in tight to Yoochun’s, “Lube?”
“Desk drawer.”
Jaejoong pushed away and climbed off the bed. He paused only long enough to use his own boxers to wipe off his stomach.
“Now you won’t be able to wear them when you leave.”
Jaejoong smirked over his shoulder. “Who said I was leaving?”
Yoochun lifted an eyebrow. “I have to go to work.”
“I don’t,” he said, rifling through Yoochun’s drawer. “I’m going to spend the night jerking off in your bed.”
Yoochun’s cock twitched. “Clean up after yourself.”
Jaejoong laughed on his way back to the bed. “You don’t want to come home and find me all covered in come?”
Yoochun grabbed his arm and pulled him back on top of him. “I’d rather have it all over me.”
Jaejoong kissed him, dropping his hips and moaning when Yoochun’s legs wrapped around his back. “You’re going to have to settle for your own come this time. I’m going to fuck you until you’re covered in it.”
Yoochun grinned. “Then you better get started.” He shifted and gripped behind his knees.
Jaejoong returned the smile and went to his knees between Yoochun’s legs. He ran his hands over the back of his thighs, fingers in a light touch that had Yoochun shivering. That skin was so very sensitive. He cupped Yoochun’s asscheek for a moment and then slipped a finger down his cleft.
“Do you know what I hate the most about you being a host?” Jaejoong asked as he popped open the lid of the lube. He turned it upside down and squeezed some right on Yoochun’s body. His finger moved through it, light and the a bit firmer.
Yoochun shuddered out a questioning noise.
“I can’t tell you you’re beautiful because you already fucking know it.”
Yoochun laughed, voice cutting off when Jaejoong pressed a finger inside him. “God. So? Still nice to hear.”
Jaejoong pouted and pumped his finger in a slow drag.
Yoochun moaned, shifting his hips just a little.
Jaejoong added more lube and then put the bottle on the bed.
“I can say the same about you,” Yoochun said, voice a soft murmur as one finger became two. “I don’t care how coy you act for the cameras. You know you’re sexy.”
Jaejoong smirked. “Maybe.”
Yoochun met his eyes and smiled. Jaejoong was quiet through his preparation, his other hand trailing over his thighs, to his balls and stroking his cock. He added just enough lube to slicken the grip on his shaft while three fingers pumped in and out of him.
“Good,” Yoochun gasped. “I’m good.”
“I’m not even inside you yet, and I already know that,” Jaejoong said and removed his fingers.
Yoochun rolled his eyes, let go of one leg and reached up. He gripped behind Jaejoong’s head and yanked him down for a deep kiss. The hand stayed on his erection, pumping slowly and Yoochun let Jaejoong slow the kiss to the same speed. His knees hooked on Jaejoong’s hips and then their cocks were together, gripped in Jaejoong’s hand.
“Fuck me, god, please.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “You’re a hard man to get to beg.”
“If all you wanted was begging--”
Jaejoong shook his head. Lifting his hips, he said, “I’m sure you’re very good at begging. But it’s not always real, is it?”
Yoochun snorted. “Ass. Just fuck me.”
Jaejoong held his cock down, swiping it up and down Yoochun cleft for a moment. “Yoochun,” he said. “Only if you’re Yoochun who is begging.”
Yoochun whimpered. “Didn’t I already tell you that I’m no one but Yoochun with you?”
“Just a line.”
Yoochun moaned. “Please, you tease, please. Inside me.”
Jaejoong smiled. With a firm touch, a tightening of his hand on Yoochun’s thigh, Jaejoong thrust forward. Yoochun groaned, body tightening before remembering to relax. Jaejoong sank into him with his own pleasured moan. He fell forward again, their lips brushing through breaths and then joining, clinging, waiting.
“Better?” Jaejoong whispered.
“No.” Kiss. “Move.” Kiss. “Please.” Kiss. “Move.”
Jaejoong chuckled and moved his hips, a slow roll that had him pulling out gradually and then sinking back in. The piercing added a strange drag of its own, just along the edge of his entrance, just enough to be different, and just enough to brush over Yoochun’s prostate.
“Fuck,” Yoochun gasped.
With one more small shift, Jaejoong rocked his hips, a steady rhythm accompanied by kisses. Yoochun’s head went light. It wasn’t just because he had not been fucked in a long time, but because of the kisses. He rarely ever let someone kiss him. Kisses were taken from him even when he offered up his ass. This was so different. So much better.
Jaejoong’s body moved up just enough to curl his hips and get a hand on Yoochun’s cock. Helpful, but Yoochun had been well on his way to coming without being touched.
Jaejoong’s mouth swallowed his moans, teeth dug into his plump lower lip, and he kissed Jaejoong frantically when they were not breathing, in spite of them trying to breathe.
And time disappeared.
That was weird. Yoochun had no idea how many kisses, how many thrusts, how many gasps. Just pleasure, building, fast or slow, just building. Jaejoong sped up, and Yoochun blinked away his blurry vision. They were both sweating, both rocking together, definitely like this was not the first time they had done this.
Jaejoong growled and pulled out. “Over. Ride me. Come on.”
Yoochun moaned, because he had been so close, but he followed Jaejoong’s direction, straddling his lap and sinking back onto his dick as soon as he was positioned properly. Jaejoong’s hand went right back to his dick, and Yoochun moaned, gripping Jaejoong’s chest and rolling his hips. Fingers slick with lube, the pressure slid up and over him, through him, he tilted his head back, hips moving faster. With the support of Jaejoong’s chest, Yoochun rode him, fucking into his hand, slamming down on his cock, until he was gasping and his elbows were shaking. His moans echoed around him and vibrated through his mind.
Again, Jaejoong’s hand left his dick, and Yoochun almost didn’t notice, too close to coming, but both of Jaejoong’s hands went to his hips, and his moans grew louder than Yoochun’s, but then sound faded and his hands slipped and he gave up, collapsing against Jaejoong, his lips finding Jaejoong’s again for a messy kiss as he frotted against Jaejoong’s stomach and finally came in a shuddering mess between their skin.
Yoochun collapsed against him, shivering as Jaejoong ran his hands up and down his sweaty back. Even with them both spent, Jaejoong’s hips moved in slow circles, keeping him inside Yoochun.
“Good,” Yoochun murmured.
“Very, very good,” Jaejoong returned.
Yoochun moved his head enough for a kiss. He meant for it to be short, but it lengthened into something that was more than a kiss, more than touches and maybe even something more than love. Yoochun wondered for a moment if that was possible. And then he decided it was, soul mates maybe. Maybe.
Jaejoong rolled them over and their kiss continued through more movements, more pleasure, more need, more security.
Yoochun sank into everything and discovered the meaning of life.
---
A few hours later, he laughed at his silly thoughts of life and love and soul mates. He knew that he was falling in love with Jaejoong. Completely. Irreversibly.
Normally, he ran away. He never let anyone get this close, but Jaejoong was so different. He was learning how and why. Leaving Jaejoong in his bed, prying himself away from Jaejoong’s skin warmed from their shower was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. Well, that seemed shallow. Sending Yoohwan to Japan had been difficult too.
“Wow,” Jinki said when Yoochun went into the staff room at The Music Box. “Who put that smile on your face?”
“Jaejoong, probably,” Key said, “You lucky bastard.”
Yoochun laughed. “Definitely Jaejoong.”
Jinki smiled and said, “You look good when you smile. Come to my office. I have something else that may make you smile.”
“Um,” Yoochun said.
Jinki snorted. “Pervert. Not my dick.”
“Though it makes most of us happy,” Minho said.
Jinki motioned him out into the hallway, and Yoochun followed him to his office. There were more papers spread over his desk than usual and two computers instead of just one. But the most surprising thing was that the usual bottle of whiskey was nowhere to be seen. For only a moment, and then Jinki pulled it up from under the desk. He poured a shot for Yoochun and himself.
“Business is good,” Jinki started.
“It is.”
“But different.”
“Lots of things are different,” Yoochun said with a small smile, thinking of his relationship with Jaejoong.
“Like you smiling?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I’m falling in love, and it isn’t painful this time.”
“Good.” Jinki lifted his shot glass. “To a pain-free life.”
Yoochun toasted to that and downed the shot.
“So business is good, and business is different,” Jinki said. “I’m going to talk to the others about this too, but you’ve been here the longest. You know I’ve been thinking of hiring a manager?”
Yoochun hummed.
“You boys started providing other services to earn more money. With the utter influx of Jaejoong’s fans and a line out the door most nights, I don’t think you have to anymore. I have been running some numbers and I can double all the boys’ salaries. Double them.”
“Are you expecting this to continue?”
Jinki shrugged. “Are you expecting Jaejoong’s popularity to diminish?”
“Not any time soon.”
“Exactly. And that brings us to you. I want you to be the manager. Help me with operations and running things. Keep things neat and clean. You’re more than happy to host if you want to on some nights. I know that you have this job to keep your brother in school. I’m not sure if even doubling your salary can cover what you’ve made as a host.”
Yoochun stared at Jinki for a long time.
“This is just an option. I need a manager to help me screen customers, need to hire a bouncer, too. I need help with keeping the peace and ordering and yeah. I can’t do it myself anymore. You interested?”
“Can I have this Saturday off?”
Jinki snorted. “That’s all you can ask?”
“Give me Saturday off, and I’ll do it.”
“Why Saturday?”
Yoochun smirked. “Apparently, the Kim Twins are having a party and insist on meeting me. I’m not allowed to be with Jaejoong until I get their approval.”
“Fuck. Bring me back an autograph and it’s a deal.”
Yoochun laughed. “Good. Do I have any clients tonight?”
“With how much you’re smiling, I hope so.”
“Seriously.”
“Seriously, no, but if you don’t mind entertaining a few girls while they sing and drink, then I can send you to room five.”
“Room five sounds great.”
---
Yoochun slipped into the room, surprised that Jaejoong was awake. Only the glow of his laptop shed light around the apartment. Yoochun took off his shoes and the sportcoat he’d worn. Unbuttoning the shirt, he moved to the couch. Jaejoong smiled over at him, and then patted the couch.
Even without the invitation, it had felt natural and normal to slide next to him, shift around until his head was in Jaejoong’s lap and the computer was moved to the arm of the couch. Jaejoong rubbed his shoulder and then trailed his fingers over Yoochun’s cheek.
“How was work?”
“Different. I sang karaoke with a bunch of girls for most of the night.”
Jaejoong hummed in amusement. “That makes me happy.”
“Me, too.”
Yoochun shifted to his back, head still on Jaejoong’s thigh. His knees were flung over the arm of the couch. Jaejoong’s fingers slipped into his unbuttoned shirt to tug on nipples. A moment later, an earbud went into his ear and music filled his mind and soul. Jaejoong’s voice, but songs he did not know.
“I’m pre-planning my next album.”
“Already?”
“A rockstar never sleeps.”
“You should. We should. It’s late.”
“Soon,” Jaejoong murmured.
Technically, Yoochun did not want to get up, so he dropped it and listened to Jaejoong arrange song after song of his own music. Just like his very first night with Jaejoong, neither had to say anything, and Yoochun relaxed under his touches while Jaejoong worked.
Part 9: The Game Changes
Part 7: The Game of Music
Part 6: The Confession Game
Part 5: The Dating Game
Part 4: The Telephone Game
Part 3: The Rules of the Game
Part 2: The Getting-To-Know-You Game
Part 1: The Drinking Game
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, (others/Yoochun)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Man, if only I owned a host club ... these boys would make me so much money. But I don't. So I can't. And I'm still poor.
Summary: Yoochun works at a "karaoke" bar called The Music Box. He needs the money, as most hosts do. He's a seasoned veteran, knows how to play the game, and never lets himself get too close to his clients.
A/N: I am not allowed to start new fics. In my defense, this was supposed to be an angsty one-shot.
Part 8: Sexy Games
Jaejoong laughed and helped Yoochun pull off his shirt. He sat up and yanked off his own, and then ran his hands up and down Yoochun’s chest. He traced the wing tattoo with his fingers and leaned down for another kiss.
Yoochun pulled him down, their bodies together, shifting and twisting until they were side by side, curled up in each other’s arms, mouths together, tongues dancing.
Pants were next, fingers tugging on buttons, legs knocking and getting in each other’s way. Laughter and speed, just a bit more time than usual because neither stopped kissing the other long enough to actually look at what they were doing. Yoochun shifted on top, one hand palming Jaejoong through his boxers, the other holding himself up so he could get his mouth on Jaejoong’s skin. His neck, shoulder, and then down his chest, tracing the curls of tattoos.
With hands on Yoochun’s ass, Jaejoong smiled, squeezing lightly. “Isn’t this too soon?” His hands slipped into Yoochun’s boxers.
“Not really. Aren’t we getting married?”
Jaejoong laughed, and pushed the underwear down. Yoochun moved to get them off and slid down Jaejoong’s body, mouth on his skin again, taking Jaejoong’s boxers with him. Sliding his hands down Jaejoong’s thighs, he licked and tongued at Jaejoong’s navel piercing. He made sure his cheek brushed over Jaejoong’s cock. Just enough to feel it twitch, just enough for Jaejoong to whimper for more.
Yoochun took his time.
He already knew that Jaejoong loved being teased. He already knew how to destroy Jaejoong’s self control. They’d have frantic hot sex eventually, but now, with the afternoon light streaming through Yoochun’s windows and dyeing Jaejoong’s skin golden, now was the time for ... well, time.
Moving up, instead of down, Yoochun licked at Jaejoong’s body, enjoying the way the muscles jerked and skin pebbled from his breath. He lapped at the barbell through Jaejoong’s nipple and used his fingers to tug at the other nipple. Fingers settled in his hair and then slid down his back, digging into skin.
Yoochun smiled up at Jaejoong, wondering if his eyes were just as dark, his breath just as short. He went back to Jaejoong’s lips for more clinging kisses, lips and tongues. Moans. Jaejoong curled around him, arms around his back, legs around his waist. Bodies flush. Yoochun rocked against him, erections sliding on skin.
Jaejoong whimpered against his mouth, and Yoochun shifted, not releasing his claim on Jaejoong’s lips, but just enough to get a hand between them and curled around Jaejoong’s erection. He let his fingertips explore slit, ridge and piercing.
“Do you want an orgasm from my mouth, my hand, or my dick?”
Jaejoong’s chuckle broke off with a high noise when Yoochun ran his palm over the crown of his cock. “All three. Please, all three.”
Yoochun smiled and kept kissing and stroking. “Hmm,” he added with a tug on Jaejoong’s lower lip with his teeth. “What about the orgasm with you thrusting inside me? That’d be four. I’m not sure I can make you come four times.”
Jaejoong moaned. “Not if you keep talking.”
Yoochun laughed. He pushed himself up, kept their hips together and ground down against Jaejoong’s body. “If I wow you so much now, that will set the standard too high. I can’t do that to myself.”
“You keep talking, you’re going to be doing lots of things to yourself.”
Yoochun laughed again and shifted back down Jaejoong’s body. He gripped his cock, held it up and licked at the head and then the piercing. Jaejoong’s fingers went right back to his hair. After just a few more teasing licks, Yoochun took Jaejoong into his throat, bobbing his head up and down.
“So good,” Jaejoong said with a whimper. “Mouth is so good.”
Yoochun hummed, pulling another soft gasp from Jaejoong. He tugged on Jaejoong’s balls and took him as deep as he could, almost to the point of uncomfortable. Jaejoong’s hips lifted off the bed with a whimper. “Don’t, you’ll make me come already.”
Yoochun chuckled and bobbed his head just a couple more times. He let up and pressed kisses up the length of the shaft. He stopped again at his bellybutton and licked at the piercing.
Jaejoong’s hands tightened in his hair and he hauled Yoochun up to his mouth. Yoochun let himself be manhandled, but kept his body off Jaejoong’s enough to grip both of their erections.
“God, stop, please.”
“So come,” Yoochun whispered into his mouth. “I’ve got nothing else to do for the next few hours but love you.”
Jaejoong whimpered and demanded another kiss, and then another. His body shivered under the touch, his gasps huffing through his mouth and then his nose. Yoochun released himself and concentrated on Jaejoong. The shaft was slick with precome. Just enough friction. Just enough pressure. Jaejoong trembled against him, gripping his back tight. His hips rose into the touches, his head tilted back.
Yoochun went to his mouth, to his lower lip, and sucked on it. Jaejoong gasped and then whined as he shook, shuddering out his release onto his stomach, splashes landing on Yoochun’s skin and curling over his knuckles.
Jaejoong collapsed underneath him, gasping.
With a smile, Yoochun kissed at his skin, his neck, that birthmark, over his shoulders. He pumped his hand slowly, until Jaejoong whimpered and shoved at his hand. Yoochun chuckled, curled up against Jaejoong’s side, and propped his head up on an elbow. He used the other hand to swirl a finger through the mess and then pressed it against Jaejoong’s lips.
Jaejoong moaned and licked his finger clean. His eyes opened, dark and needy as he sucked on Yoochun’s finger.
And this time Yoochun moaned, moved his finger and went back to Jaejoong’s lips for a kiss. Jaejoong rolled over him, pressing him to the bed and then climbed over his lap. His cock was still half hard.
Yoochun ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s muscles arms and then over his back. “Now what?”
Jaejoong growled and kissed him firmly. “Top or bottom?” he demanded against his lips.
“Today?” Yoochun shrugged. “You pick.”
Jaejoong looked at him with narrowed eyes.
“No, that is not a line,” Yoochun said with a grin. “As a host, I’m usually always the bottom. But I don’t mind either way.”
Jaejoong frowned.
Chuckling, Yoochun leaned forward for another kiss. “If you’re going to think this is all a line from a host thing, then you better fuck me and do it hard, because having Hero bend me over and fuck me has always been one of my fantasies.”
“That isn’t fair.”
“Not to either of us. So understand that this is not that moment. And it never has been between us, remember?”
Jaejoong’s pout was irresistible, and Yoochun tangled his hands in Jaejoong’s hair for another long kiss. It took a few minutes for Jaejoong to relax again, and then he asked, lips still pressed in tight to Yoochun’s, “Lube?”
“Desk drawer.”
Jaejoong pushed away and climbed off the bed. He paused only long enough to use his own boxers to wipe off his stomach.
“Now you won’t be able to wear them when you leave.”
Jaejoong smirked over his shoulder. “Who said I was leaving?”
Yoochun lifted an eyebrow. “I have to go to work.”
“I don’t,” he said, rifling through Yoochun’s drawer. “I’m going to spend the night jerking off in your bed.”
Yoochun’s cock twitched. “Clean up after yourself.”
Jaejoong laughed on his way back to the bed. “You don’t want to come home and find me all covered in come?”
Yoochun grabbed his arm and pulled him back on top of him. “I’d rather have it all over me.”
Jaejoong kissed him, dropping his hips and moaning when Yoochun’s legs wrapped around his back. “You’re going to have to settle for your own come this time. I’m going to fuck you until you’re covered in it.”
Yoochun grinned. “Then you better get started.” He shifted and gripped behind his knees.
Jaejoong returned the smile and went to his knees between Yoochun’s legs. He ran his hands over the back of his thighs, fingers in a light touch that had Yoochun shivering. That skin was so very sensitive. He cupped Yoochun’s asscheek for a moment and then slipped a finger down his cleft.
“Do you know what I hate the most about you being a host?” Jaejoong asked as he popped open the lid of the lube. He turned it upside down and squeezed some right on Yoochun’s body. His finger moved through it, light and the a bit firmer.
Yoochun shuddered out a questioning noise.
“I can’t tell you you’re beautiful because you already fucking know it.”
Yoochun laughed, voice cutting off when Jaejoong pressed a finger inside him. “God. So? Still nice to hear.”
Jaejoong pouted and pumped his finger in a slow drag.
Yoochun moaned, shifting his hips just a little.
Jaejoong added more lube and then put the bottle on the bed.
“I can say the same about you,” Yoochun said, voice a soft murmur as one finger became two. “I don’t care how coy you act for the cameras. You know you’re sexy.”
Jaejoong smirked. “Maybe.”
Yoochun met his eyes and smiled. Jaejoong was quiet through his preparation, his other hand trailing over his thighs, to his balls and stroking his cock. He added just enough lube to slicken the grip on his shaft while three fingers pumped in and out of him.
“Good,” Yoochun gasped. “I’m good.”
“I’m not even inside you yet, and I already know that,” Jaejoong said and removed his fingers.
Yoochun rolled his eyes, let go of one leg and reached up. He gripped behind Jaejoong’s head and yanked him down for a deep kiss. The hand stayed on his erection, pumping slowly and Yoochun let Jaejoong slow the kiss to the same speed. His knees hooked on Jaejoong’s hips and then their cocks were together, gripped in Jaejoong’s hand.
“Fuck me, god, please.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “You’re a hard man to get to beg.”
“If all you wanted was begging--”
Jaejoong shook his head. Lifting his hips, he said, “I’m sure you’re very good at begging. But it’s not always real, is it?”
Yoochun snorted. “Ass. Just fuck me.”
Jaejoong held his cock down, swiping it up and down Yoochun cleft for a moment. “Yoochun,” he said. “Only if you’re Yoochun who is begging.”
Yoochun whimpered. “Didn’t I already tell you that I’m no one but Yoochun with you?”
“Just a line.”
Yoochun moaned. “Please, you tease, please. Inside me.”
Jaejoong smiled. With a firm touch, a tightening of his hand on Yoochun’s thigh, Jaejoong thrust forward. Yoochun groaned, body tightening before remembering to relax. Jaejoong sank into him with his own pleasured moan. He fell forward again, their lips brushing through breaths and then joining, clinging, waiting.
“Better?” Jaejoong whispered.
“No.” Kiss. “Move.” Kiss. “Please.” Kiss. “Move.”
Jaejoong chuckled and moved his hips, a slow roll that had him pulling out gradually and then sinking back in. The piercing added a strange drag of its own, just along the edge of his entrance, just enough to be different, and just enough to brush over Yoochun’s prostate.
“Fuck,” Yoochun gasped.
With one more small shift, Jaejoong rocked his hips, a steady rhythm accompanied by kisses. Yoochun’s head went light. It wasn’t just because he had not been fucked in a long time, but because of the kisses. He rarely ever let someone kiss him. Kisses were taken from him even when he offered up his ass. This was so different. So much better.
Jaejoong’s body moved up just enough to curl his hips and get a hand on Yoochun’s cock. Helpful, but Yoochun had been well on his way to coming without being touched.
Jaejoong’s mouth swallowed his moans, teeth dug into his plump lower lip, and he kissed Jaejoong frantically when they were not breathing, in spite of them trying to breathe.
And time disappeared.
That was weird. Yoochun had no idea how many kisses, how many thrusts, how many gasps. Just pleasure, building, fast or slow, just building. Jaejoong sped up, and Yoochun blinked away his blurry vision. They were both sweating, both rocking together, definitely like this was not the first time they had done this.
Jaejoong growled and pulled out. “Over. Ride me. Come on.”
Yoochun moaned, because he had been so close, but he followed Jaejoong’s direction, straddling his lap and sinking back onto his dick as soon as he was positioned properly. Jaejoong’s hand went right back to his dick, and Yoochun moaned, gripping Jaejoong’s chest and rolling his hips. Fingers slick with lube, the pressure slid up and over him, through him, he tilted his head back, hips moving faster. With the support of Jaejoong’s chest, Yoochun rode him, fucking into his hand, slamming down on his cock, until he was gasping and his elbows were shaking. His moans echoed around him and vibrated through his mind.
Again, Jaejoong’s hand left his dick, and Yoochun almost didn’t notice, too close to coming, but both of Jaejoong’s hands went to his hips, and his moans grew louder than Yoochun’s, but then sound faded and his hands slipped and he gave up, collapsing against Jaejoong, his lips finding Jaejoong’s again for a messy kiss as he frotted against Jaejoong’s stomach and finally came in a shuddering mess between their skin.
Yoochun collapsed against him, shivering as Jaejoong ran his hands up and down his sweaty back. Even with them both spent, Jaejoong’s hips moved in slow circles, keeping him inside Yoochun.
“Good,” Yoochun murmured.
“Very, very good,” Jaejoong returned.
Yoochun moved his head enough for a kiss. He meant for it to be short, but it lengthened into something that was more than a kiss, more than touches and maybe even something more than love. Yoochun wondered for a moment if that was possible. And then he decided it was, soul mates maybe. Maybe.
Jaejoong rolled them over and their kiss continued through more movements, more pleasure, more need, more security.
Yoochun sank into everything and discovered the meaning of life.
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A few hours later, he laughed at his silly thoughts of life and love and soul mates. He knew that he was falling in love with Jaejoong. Completely. Irreversibly.
Normally, he ran away. He never let anyone get this close, but Jaejoong was so different. He was learning how and why. Leaving Jaejoong in his bed, prying himself away from Jaejoong’s skin warmed from their shower was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. Well, that seemed shallow. Sending Yoohwan to Japan had been difficult too.
“Wow,” Jinki said when Yoochun went into the staff room at The Music Box. “Who put that smile on your face?”
“Jaejoong, probably,” Key said, “You lucky bastard.”
Yoochun laughed. “Definitely Jaejoong.”
Jinki smiled and said, “You look good when you smile. Come to my office. I have something else that may make you smile.”
“Um,” Yoochun said.
Jinki snorted. “Pervert. Not my dick.”
“Though it makes most of us happy,” Minho said.
Jinki motioned him out into the hallway, and Yoochun followed him to his office. There were more papers spread over his desk than usual and two computers instead of just one. But the most surprising thing was that the usual bottle of whiskey was nowhere to be seen. For only a moment, and then Jinki pulled it up from under the desk. He poured a shot for Yoochun and himself.
“Business is good,” Jinki started.
“It is.”
“But different.”
“Lots of things are different,” Yoochun said with a small smile, thinking of his relationship with Jaejoong.
“Like you smiling?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I’m falling in love, and it isn’t painful this time.”
“Good.” Jinki lifted his shot glass. “To a pain-free life.”
Yoochun toasted to that and downed the shot.
“So business is good, and business is different,” Jinki said. “I’m going to talk to the others about this too, but you’ve been here the longest. You know I’ve been thinking of hiring a manager?”
Yoochun hummed.
“You boys started providing other services to earn more money. With the utter influx of Jaejoong’s fans and a line out the door most nights, I don’t think you have to anymore. I have been running some numbers and I can double all the boys’ salaries. Double them.”
“Are you expecting this to continue?”
Jinki shrugged. “Are you expecting Jaejoong’s popularity to diminish?”
“Not any time soon.”
“Exactly. And that brings us to you. I want you to be the manager. Help me with operations and running things. Keep things neat and clean. You’re more than happy to host if you want to on some nights. I know that you have this job to keep your brother in school. I’m not sure if even doubling your salary can cover what you’ve made as a host.”
Yoochun stared at Jinki for a long time.
“This is just an option. I need a manager to help me screen customers, need to hire a bouncer, too. I need help with keeping the peace and ordering and yeah. I can’t do it myself anymore. You interested?”
“Can I have this Saturday off?”
Jinki snorted. “That’s all you can ask?”
“Give me Saturday off, and I’ll do it.”
“Why Saturday?”
Yoochun smirked. “Apparently, the Kim Twins are having a party and insist on meeting me. I’m not allowed to be with Jaejoong until I get their approval.”
“Fuck. Bring me back an autograph and it’s a deal.”
Yoochun laughed. “Good. Do I have any clients tonight?”
“With how much you’re smiling, I hope so.”
“Seriously.”
“Seriously, no, but if you don’t mind entertaining a few girls while they sing and drink, then I can send you to room five.”
“Room five sounds great.”
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Yoochun slipped into the room, surprised that Jaejoong was awake. Only the glow of his laptop shed light around the apartment. Yoochun took off his shoes and the sportcoat he’d worn. Unbuttoning the shirt, he moved to the couch. Jaejoong smiled over at him, and then patted the couch.
Even without the invitation, it had felt natural and normal to slide next to him, shift around until his head was in Jaejoong’s lap and the computer was moved to the arm of the couch. Jaejoong rubbed his shoulder and then trailed his fingers over Yoochun’s cheek.
“How was work?”
“Different. I sang karaoke with a bunch of girls for most of the night.”
Jaejoong hummed in amusement. “That makes me happy.”
“Me, too.”
Yoochun shifted to his back, head still on Jaejoong’s thigh. His knees were flung over the arm of the couch. Jaejoong’s fingers slipped into his unbuttoned shirt to tug on nipples. A moment later, an earbud went into his ear and music filled his mind and soul. Jaejoong’s voice, but songs he did not know.
“I’m pre-planning my next album.”
“Already?”
“A rockstar never sleeps.”
“You should. We should. It’s late.”
“Soon,” Jaejoong murmured.
Technically, Yoochun did not want to get up, so he dropped it and listened to Jaejoong arrange song after song of his own music. Just like his very first night with Jaejoong, neither had to say anything, and Yoochun relaxed under his touches while Jaejoong worked.
Part 9: The Game Changes
Part 7: The Game of Music
Part 6: The Confession Game
Part 5: The Dating Game
Part 4: The Telephone Game
Part 3: The Rules of the Game
Part 2: The Getting-To-Know-You Game
Part 1: The Drinking Game
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