Jung Yunho Is An Alien! 2/8
Title: Jung Yunho Is An Alien! 2/8
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: While I'm being ddelusionall and writing them as aliens, I may as well try to claim them as mine to do with as I wish.
Summary: Jaejoong lives alone on a farm outside of a small city. It's a perfect existence. Normal. Routine. Feed the chickens. Feed the goats. Weed the garden. Of course that means something ... or someone ... needs to invade and throw everything off kilter. Though Jaejoong never thought that he'd ever have to ask himself if he really believed in aliens.
A/N: This fic is done. Updates will be once a day or so.
Part 2: No Sign Of Intelligent Life Anywhere
Jaejoong sat in the uncomfortable chair, shins pressed against the small table. He looked out the window and to the fading sunlight. He had gone to bed on Sunday night, woken up, probably early Monday morning to aliens invading his house. The alien assholes had stolen a few hours from him and dropped him in this place on Monday, and then he’d fallen asleep, and now it was Tuesday. He thought. Maybe he’d lost more than one day. Did that mean he could go home on Sunday, or did he have to wait until Monday? Just to be safe, he decided to wait until Monday.
And this hotel room? He hadn’t been kicked out of it yet, so he figured the crazy alien assholes paid for it. He hoped so. He did not have the money to have a hotel room for a week.
“What is this black thing?” the man asked.
Jaejoong glanced over and had to blink while his eyes grew used to the difference between staring at sunlight and staring into the dim room.
The man was pointing to the television.
“It’s called television.”
“Oh. I know what that means, but I do not understand.”
“Turn it on. See the remote was on the dresser across the room? Pick it up and hit the red button on the top.”
The man stood up and did as he said. The TV sprung to life, on a news channel. With just a glance, Jaejoong was happy to realize that he was right. It was only Tuesday. The crazy aliens had not stolen more than a day from him.
“Is this for real?” he whispered, touching the screen.
Jaejoong smiled. This guy was certainly crazy. He did not know if he believed that he was from another planet, but maybe ... or maybe Jaejoong was crazy.
He told the man how to change the channel, and he spent almost a whole minute just doing that, as fast as he could. Absolute delight filled his laughter.
Jaejoong tried not to smile, but it was pretty adorable.
When the station landed on a violent movie, he stopped and stared, “What is ... why is ... why ... Your world is not at war, right?”
“It’s a movie,” Jaejoong said. “They are acting. It isn’t real. I mean, it is real, but they aren’t really ...”
“Acting?”
“Yes. They are real people, like me and you, but their jobs are actors. They pretend to be other people.” A huge explosion on the TV had the man jumping.
“That was real?”
“Yes, but it’s controlled. It’s part of the movie.”
“I do not understand.”
“I know, but watch it. This one actually isn’t that bad.”
He looked at it and scrunched his face. “What is this language? It is not the same.”
“No, they’re speaking in English. The Korean subtitles are on the bottom.”
He pouted. “I don’t know English yet.”
“Me neither.”
“I can’t read your language ... what are these symbols?” He huffed and changed the channel to a rerun of a variety program. “Better. I understand them.”
“You speak Korean pretty well.”
“I learned yesterday.”
“Huh?”
“I learned from the database, that is why I jumped when I did. I learned Korean and Japanese just in case my calculations were off. I wanted to learn Chinese too, but I ran out of time. English is ... some of this is in English?”
“It’s one of the most common languages on Earth. Many people speak it.”
“I wish I had learned it.”
“The letters. U.N.O. Those are English letters.”
“Ah, so perhaps I do know their alphabet and just not the language.”
There was a sudden knock on the door, and the man spun and fell to the other side of the bed.
“It’s just the food,” Jaejoong said and opened the door. The delivery man looked almost bored. Jaejoong paid him and took the food back toward the chair and the small table.
The man peeked over the bed. “That is sustenance?”
“Food, yes, come here.” Jaejoong had ordered some noodles with vegetables, rice, and dukbokki.
“This does not look like sustenance.”
“It’s our form of it. Sit.” He pointed to the other chair.
The man sat and breathed in deep. “The smells are very pleasant.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “They are. Here.” He handed him chopsticks and then had to show him how to tear them apart and then how to use them.
When he opened the rice, the man smiled and said, “This looks like sustenance.”
“Rice? This is what you eat?”
“Something like this.” He scooped up some rice, laughing as it mostly fell off his chopsticks, and then tried again with a stickier clump. “It is like this color, but it is more liquid. This tastes much better than sustenance.”
Like with the TV, the man was flabbergasted by the food, eating probably too much of everything. It was amusing at least. He did not like the dukbokki because it was too spicy and hurt his mouth. He did not like pain.
Jaejoong still had no idea if he believed that the man was really an alien.
After eating, he finally went through the bags that the people had left. He snorted at how many clothes were in there. It was like they packed half of his wardrobe.
But not his cell phone. Or his computer. He sighed. Using the phone in the room, he called his cell phone to check his messages. He did not have any, but he wasn’t surprised. He probably had a few text messages from Yoochun. He thought about calling him so he didn’t worry, but the alien freaks said not to call anyone. He changed the voicemail message to say something about a goat eating his phone and he would not be able to get a new one for a week or so, please leave a message.
“You are less panicky than I would expect from a human in this situation,” the man said.
Jaejoong huffed. “Whatever. I want my home back. If I can’t go home in a week, then I’m calling the police.”
“Police? Oh, the authorities. It may get them to move sooner, but do not worry. They say one week, they mean one week. They are very strict with their schedules. I have ruined their original schedule for them. They will be eager to get back to what they were doing before. I wish I had been able to free some of the others.”
“I don’t understand how you managed to escape,” Jaejoong asked. “Aren’t there sirens, alarms, ... I mean, you were in a spaceship. Aren’t those things huge?”
The man grinned. “I stole a scrambler before we left the facility. I knew that I would have a chance during the transport.”
“What is a scrambler?”
The man turned his head and pointed to his ear.
Jaejoong leaned over to look. Nestled in the top curve of the ear was a black square. Jaejoong had thought it was a piercing.
“This is a scrambler. It scrambles anything and lets me go lots of places. I can use it to open door codes, access ports, everything. I was able to get out of my cell, access a computer to see where we were, I made plans, learned your language, and then went into a service hallway where I opened a door and jumped.”
“That ... sounds brave.”
He shrugged. “If I got caught, they would have taken the scrambler and put me back in my cell. It was worth the risk to be free.”
There was laughter on the television, and the man looked over at it. “Can I still watch this television? I really like this television. It is teaching me a lot about your language and your world.”
Jaejoong waved a hand at him. “Whatever.”
The man sat on the end of the bed, legs crossed, and he watched the TV with rapt attention.
Jaejoong flopped onto the other side of the bed and curled away from him. He missed his solitude, but the man wasn’t horrible company. Now that he wasn’t being threatened anyway.
“You need a name,” Jaejoong said. “If you want to adapt to this world, you need a name and lots of documents.”
The man nodded. “I do.”
Jaejoong thought for a moment. “Your letters. U.N.O. That sounds like a Korean name. Uno. We can call you Yunho, or Yunjo, or Yunbo.”
“I like that. Yunho. I will be called that.”
Jaejoong grunted. “Good, now I can stop calling you the crazy alien man in my head.”
He laughed, and Jaejoong smiled, hiding it from the other. He curled up tightly with the extra pillows and tried to relax. He hoped his animals were okay.
-o(.V.)o-
On Wednesday, Jaejoong woke up at about six in the morning. Annoying internal alarm. He grumbled about uncomfortable beds and then sat up and grumbled more when he realized that the nightmare was real and there was a crazy alien man in his room. He was on the floor, stretched out, hands placed on his stomach. He wondered if the man was sleeping.
Yunho.
Jaejoong sighed. He hoped that after a week, the man would leave him alone.
He went into the bathroom with a clean change of clothes. It’d been more than two days since he showered. He wondered if he could drown in the shower and wake up back in his own bed. He used the bathroom and then got into the shower. The water was warm enough, but lacked good water pressure.
The alien authorities hadn’t thought to pack his toiletries, so he had to use the ones provided in the shower.
He was rinsing shampoo out of his hair when first the bathroom door opened and then the shower curtain was pulled aside.
“What the fuck?” Jaejoong said and glared at Yunho, who was looking at him strangely. But the glare was ruined when he got soap in his eye and he had to turn and bury his face in the water. When he turned back around, Yunho had stepped into the shower with him. There was enough space. Barely.
“What are you doing under water?”
“I’m taking a shower, sheesh.”
“What is the purpose of this activity?”
“What do you mean? It’s to get clean!”
“Why do you clean yourself this way?”
“What other way would I clean myself?”
“We have antibacterial mists, but I don’t really need to shower. My body does not produce waste.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and said, “Well, that’s great. My body does, and I need to shower to clean it. Go away.”
“But I am interested in this process and I have to adapt. I want to watch you so I can learn.”
“A shower is supposed to be private. You do not usually take them with other people.”
“Oh. But this is okay right? Because I am learning?”
Jaejoong grumbled. “Whatever. First off, you don’t wear clothes in the shower.”
Yunho looked down at himself, and at the gray jumpsuit he was wearing. He reached for the neck of it and pulled, and it just peeled off him, no zippers, no seams, no buttons. And then it was in his hand, a small piece of silvery material that did not look large enough to cover one of Yunho’s thighs let alone his entire body.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened. “Wow. That’s ... interesting.”
“They are meant to be confining and easy to clean.” He flung it out of the shower.
“You can borrow some of my clothes if you want.”
“Thank you, Jaejoong! You are being very nice to me even though I destroyed your house and caused to you become involved in my escape. I am very thankful. It is much easier to learn from someone else. Adapting can be challenging.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and tilted his head back.
Fingertips traced down his neck and Jaejoong batted the hand away. “Don’t.”
“I am sorry. Your skin is very soft. I will try not to touch you.”
Jaejoong kept his eyes shut and turned around to douse his head under the water.
“This water is very warm. Are showers always warm?”
“Yes,” Jaejoong said. “It feels good on my skin. Being cold does not feel good.”
“Oh, I am unaccustomed to body temperature fluctuations. Does the water keep your body warm?”
“No, it just feels good on my skin.”
“May I try?”
Jaejoong sighed and pushed him to the side. He had to wash his body anyway.
Yunho did as he did, standing under the spray and then tipping his head back and letting water coat his hair and body.
Jaejoong glanced down his body and mentally cursed. Yunho’s body was sinful, but he guessed that came with being an alien. He had muscles all over, strong pecs, cobbled abs, thick thighs and that perfect V of sin pointing to a pretty lengthy cock between his legs. Why did he need that if he never had to piss? All of his skin was a darker shade of brown than Jaejoong’s, and maybe darker than yesterday? He could not tell. Yunho had no body hair at all.
Jaejoong shut his eyes and used the bar of soap to wipe at his skin. When he was washing a foot, he shifted strangely and lost his balance.
Yunho caught him around the middle before he slipped and fell.
“This is how you clean yourself.” Yunho used his own hands to rub the soap up and down Jaejoong’s stomach.
Jaejoong twisted away from him. “Yes. Stop it.”
“You cannot reach here,” he said, a hand on Jaejoong’s back. “You are not that flexible. I will wash it for you.”
Jaejoong bit his lip against a whimper as firm hands slid up and down his back.
“You’re so delicate. So pretty. I like your skin so much. Why do you have hair on your arms and legs and around your penis?” Fingertips slipped around his hip.
Jaejoong flushed and shoved Yunho to the side to rinse off. “It’s body hair, it’s normal.”
“Normal? I was watching something last night where the man and woman did not have body hair. It was on the TV.”
Jaejoong laughed without meaning to. “Porn? Did you watch porn?”
“I do not know what ... ah, pornography. Explicit illustrations of sex usually created for other people to become aroused. Yes. I saw some of that. Is that ... not normal television?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “It’d take way too long to explain porn, so I’m not going to.”
“Sex. That is ... what they were doing? Having sex? Intercourse is the more scientific term. And mating, as well. They were mating?”
“Yes. Having sex is what people normally say.”
“They seemed to enjoy it, but they were actors who may have been faking. Their reactions did seem very contrived. Is sex enjoyable?”
“You’ve never had sex?” He looked over his shoulder in surprise.
Yunho shook his head. “My penis is only ever used to cause me pain in their experiments. I did not know it had other functions, like expelling waste and mating. Can you show me sex too?”
“No! God!”
“It is because you are not a woman,” he said and nodded. “You need to have a place to receive my penis and seed to mate.”
Jaejoong flushed and shook his head. “That’s not ... yeah, okay. We’re going to go with that.”
“Why is the hair on your head a different color than that around your penis?”
“I dye it,” Jaejoong almost growled, growing more annoyed with the stupid man standing in his shower. “It’s ... it’s just ... for entertainment. I don’t need to. I just like having my hair lighter.”
“It is many different colors, but it looks very good with your skin tone. Perhaps I can adapt that way as well. And this thing. Why do you have this here? This metal. What is its function?” His fingers slid over Jaejoong’s pierced nipple.
Jaejoong snapped his hand up and pushed his arm away. “It’s not ... it’s just a thing we do. We pierce body parts. Like our ears or eyebrows or tongues.”
He frowned. “Does that not hurt, having metal shoved under your skin? They did that to me many times.”
“Of course it hurts, but it heals after a while. It’s ... it’s like body decoration.”
Yunho frowned and reached for it again.
“Don’t,” Jaejoong said firmly.
Yunho huffed. “I am sorry. I want to touch you.”
“Whatever. You have soap all over you. Rinse off and then we’ll get out.”
“I have not performed all the steps that you did. I need to learn.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Fine. But I’m getting out.” He pushed by Yunho again and Yunho moved to the side. He flung the curtain open and stepped out, shivering at the cooler air coming from the main room.
“The water is very warm. How do I make it hotter?”
“Turn the knob toward the red. That stands for hot. The blue stands for cold.”
Jaejoong grabbed a towel and started rubbing himself down. He did not have his facial products and there was no razor to shave his face. Guess he was going to have deal with stubble for a few days. Or maybe he’d go shopping. Would the crazy alien people let him go shopping? He really needed a toothbrush.
“It is very pleasurable to touch my penis with a slick hand of soap.”
Jaejoong groaned and said, “Of course it is. God. Please don’t do that.”
“Is it wrong?”
“Only because I’m still in the bathroom. It is private.”
“Oh. I will stop.”
Jaejoong fought not to think about Yunho touching his cock or wondering how big it was when it hard. And failed.
“Fuck your planet,” he muttered and left the bathroom with his change in clothes.
Only a few minutes later, Yunho called him back. He stood in the middle of the bathroom, naked and dripping water. He was at least smart enough to turn the shower off.
“Where are the controls for the dryer?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Use a towel,” he said and tossed it to Yunho who caught it.
He wiped at his skin with it. “This is not very effective.”
“It is what we use.”
“I must wait until my skin is completely dry before putting on my jumpsuit. If it is wet, my skin can have an adverse reaction.”
“That thing is so ugly. Didn’t you want to borrow some clothes?”
“It will help me adapt. Thank you.”
Jaejoong found him similar clothes and laid them out on the bed. Yunho came into the room naked.
Jaejoong turned his head and said, “I don’t have boxers that will fit you, so just wear those.”
“Boxers? Oh, underwear. Yes. Your penis is smaller than mine. Mine will not fit in your--”
“It’s because you have a larger waist! Hell, we don’t judge underwear by the size of our dicks.”
Yunho tilted his head. “That offended you. Is that a problem? Penis size?”
Jaejoong took a deep breath. “To some, maybe, but it is just not something you say. God.”
“God? You have mentioned him a lot. Is he some sort of sexual deity?”
Jaejoong fell onto the bed and laughed in disbelief. “This is so ridiculous.”
“Your clothes smell very nice, but they are not very soft. They are loose, but the jumpsuit is much more comfortable and easier to move in.”
Jaejoong looked over at him. The sweatpants were a little short on him and his shoulders almost bulged out of the T-shirt. But he was smiling.
“Thank you for letting me use your clothes, Jaejoong.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He put his arm over his head and really hoped there was someplace nearby that he could get some coffee.
Part 3: They Live Among Us In Secret
Part 1: Take Me To Your Leader
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: While I'm being ddelusionall and writing them as aliens, I may as well try to claim them as mine to do with as I wish.
Summary: Jaejoong lives alone on a farm outside of a small city. It's a perfect existence. Normal. Routine. Feed the chickens. Feed the goats. Weed the garden. Of course that means something ... or someone ... needs to invade and throw everything off kilter. Though Jaejoong never thought that he'd ever have to ask himself if he really believed in aliens.
A/N: This fic is done. Updates will be once a day or so.
Part 2: No Sign Of Intelligent Life Anywhere
Jaejoong sat in the uncomfortable chair, shins pressed against the small table. He looked out the window and to the fading sunlight. He had gone to bed on Sunday night, woken up, probably early Monday morning to aliens invading his house. The alien assholes had stolen a few hours from him and dropped him in this place on Monday, and then he’d fallen asleep, and now it was Tuesday. He thought. Maybe he’d lost more than one day. Did that mean he could go home on Sunday, or did he have to wait until Monday? Just to be safe, he decided to wait until Monday.
And this hotel room? He hadn’t been kicked out of it yet, so he figured the crazy alien assholes paid for it. He hoped so. He did not have the money to have a hotel room for a week.
“What is this black thing?” the man asked.
Jaejoong glanced over and had to blink while his eyes grew used to the difference between staring at sunlight and staring into the dim room.
The man was pointing to the television.
“It’s called television.”
“Oh. I know what that means, but I do not understand.”
“Turn it on. See the remote was on the dresser across the room? Pick it up and hit the red button on the top.”
The man stood up and did as he said. The TV sprung to life, on a news channel. With just a glance, Jaejoong was happy to realize that he was right. It was only Tuesday. The crazy aliens had not stolen more than a day from him.
“Is this for real?” he whispered, touching the screen.
Jaejoong smiled. This guy was certainly crazy. He did not know if he believed that he was from another planet, but maybe ... or maybe Jaejoong was crazy.
He told the man how to change the channel, and he spent almost a whole minute just doing that, as fast as he could. Absolute delight filled his laughter.
Jaejoong tried not to smile, but it was pretty adorable.
When the station landed on a violent movie, he stopped and stared, “What is ... why is ... why ... Your world is not at war, right?”
“It’s a movie,” Jaejoong said. “They are acting. It isn’t real. I mean, it is real, but they aren’t really ...”
“Acting?”
“Yes. They are real people, like me and you, but their jobs are actors. They pretend to be other people.” A huge explosion on the TV had the man jumping.
“That was real?”
“Yes, but it’s controlled. It’s part of the movie.”
“I do not understand.”
“I know, but watch it. This one actually isn’t that bad.”
He looked at it and scrunched his face. “What is this language? It is not the same.”
“No, they’re speaking in English. The Korean subtitles are on the bottom.”
He pouted. “I don’t know English yet.”
“Me neither.”
“I can’t read your language ... what are these symbols?” He huffed and changed the channel to a rerun of a variety program. “Better. I understand them.”
“You speak Korean pretty well.”
“I learned yesterday.”
“Huh?”
“I learned from the database, that is why I jumped when I did. I learned Korean and Japanese just in case my calculations were off. I wanted to learn Chinese too, but I ran out of time. English is ... some of this is in English?”
“It’s one of the most common languages on Earth. Many people speak it.”
“I wish I had learned it.”
“The letters. U.N.O. Those are English letters.”
“Ah, so perhaps I do know their alphabet and just not the language.”
There was a sudden knock on the door, and the man spun and fell to the other side of the bed.
“It’s just the food,” Jaejoong said and opened the door. The delivery man looked almost bored. Jaejoong paid him and took the food back toward the chair and the small table.
The man peeked over the bed. “That is sustenance?”
“Food, yes, come here.” Jaejoong had ordered some noodles with vegetables, rice, and dukbokki.
“This does not look like sustenance.”
“It’s our form of it. Sit.” He pointed to the other chair.
The man sat and breathed in deep. “The smells are very pleasant.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “They are. Here.” He handed him chopsticks and then had to show him how to tear them apart and then how to use them.
When he opened the rice, the man smiled and said, “This looks like sustenance.”
“Rice? This is what you eat?”
“Something like this.” He scooped up some rice, laughing as it mostly fell off his chopsticks, and then tried again with a stickier clump. “It is like this color, but it is more liquid. This tastes much better than sustenance.”
Like with the TV, the man was flabbergasted by the food, eating probably too much of everything. It was amusing at least. He did not like the dukbokki because it was too spicy and hurt his mouth. He did not like pain.
Jaejoong still had no idea if he believed that the man was really an alien.
After eating, he finally went through the bags that the people had left. He snorted at how many clothes were in there. It was like they packed half of his wardrobe.
But not his cell phone. Or his computer. He sighed. Using the phone in the room, he called his cell phone to check his messages. He did not have any, but he wasn’t surprised. He probably had a few text messages from Yoochun. He thought about calling him so he didn’t worry, but the alien freaks said not to call anyone. He changed the voicemail message to say something about a goat eating his phone and he would not be able to get a new one for a week or so, please leave a message.
“You are less panicky than I would expect from a human in this situation,” the man said.
Jaejoong huffed. “Whatever. I want my home back. If I can’t go home in a week, then I’m calling the police.”
“Police? Oh, the authorities. It may get them to move sooner, but do not worry. They say one week, they mean one week. They are very strict with their schedules. I have ruined their original schedule for them. They will be eager to get back to what they were doing before. I wish I had been able to free some of the others.”
“I don’t understand how you managed to escape,” Jaejoong asked. “Aren’t there sirens, alarms, ... I mean, you were in a spaceship. Aren’t those things huge?”
The man grinned. “I stole a scrambler before we left the facility. I knew that I would have a chance during the transport.”
“What is a scrambler?”
The man turned his head and pointed to his ear.
Jaejoong leaned over to look. Nestled in the top curve of the ear was a black square. Jaejoong had thought it was a piercing.
“This is a scrambler. It scrambles anything and lets me go lots of places. I can use it to open door codes, access ports, everything. I was able to get out of my cell, access a computer to see where we were, I made plans, learned your language, and then went into a service hallway where I opened a door and jumped.”
“That ... sounds brave.”
He shrugged. “If I got caught, they would have taken the scrambler and put me back in my cell. It was worth the risk to be free.”
There was laughter on the television, and the man looked over at it. “Can I still watch this television? I really like this television. It is teaching me a lot about your language and your world.”
Jaejoong waved a hand at him. “Whatever.”
The man sat on the end of the bed, legs crossed, and he watched the TV with rapt attention.
Jaejoong flopped onto the other side of the bed and curled away from him. He missed his solitude, but the man wasn’t horrible company. Now that he wasn’t being threatened anyway.
“You need a name,” Jaejoong said. “If you want to adapt to this world, you need a name and lots of documents.”
The man nodded. “I do.”
Jaejoong thought for a moment. “Your letters. U.N.O. That sounds like a Korean name. Uno. We can call you Yunho, or Yunjo, or Yunbo.”
“I like that. Yunho. I will be called that.”
Jaejoong grunted. “Good, now I can stop calling you the crazy alien man in my head.”
He laughed, and Jaejoong smiled, hiding it from the other. He curled up tightly with the extra pillows and tried to relax. He hoped his animals were okay.
-o(.V.)o-
On Wednesday, Jaejoong woke up at about six in the morning. Annoying internal alarm. He grumbled about uncomfortable beds and then sat up and grumbled more when he realized that the nightmare was real and there was a crazy alien man in his room. He was on the floor, stretched out, hands placed on his stomach. He wondered if the man was sleeping.
Yunho.
Jaejoong sighed. He hoped that after a week, the man would leave him alone.
He went into the bathroom with a clean change of clothes. It’d been more than two days since he showered. He wondered if he could drown in the shower and wake up back in his own bed. He used the bathroom and then got into the shower. The water was warm enough, but lacked good water pressure.
The alien authorities hadn’t thought to pack his toiletries, so he had to use the ones provided in the shower.
He was rinsing shampoo out of his hair when first the bathroom door opened and then the shower curtain was pulled aside.
“What the fuck?” Jaejoong said and glared at Yunho, who was looking at him strangely. But the glare was ruined when he got soap in his eye and he had to turn and bury his face in the water. When he turned back around, Yunho had stepped into the shower with him. There was enough space. Barely.
“What are you doing under water?”
“I’m taking a shower, sheesh.”
“What is the purpose of this activity?”
“What do you mean? It’s to get clean!”
“Why do you clean yourself this way?”
“What other way would I clean myself?”
“We have antibacterial mists, but I don’t really need to shower. My body does not produce waste.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and said, “Well, that’s great. My body does, and I need to shower to clean it. Go away.”
“But I am interested in this process and I have to adapt. I want to watch you so I can learn.”
“A shower is supposed to be private. You do not usually take them with other people.”
“Oh. But this is okay right? Because I am learning?”
Jaejoong grumbled. “Whatever. First off, you don’t wear clothes in the shower.”
Yunho looked down at himself, and at the gray jumpsuit he was wearing. He reached for the neck of it and pulled, and it just peeled off him, no zippers, no seams, no buttons. And then it was in his hand, a small piece of silvery material that did not look large enough to cover one of Yunho’s thighs let alone his entire body.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened. “Wow. That’s ... interesting.”
“They are meant to be confining and easy to clean.” He flung it out of the shower.
“You can borrow some of my clothes if you want.”
“Thank you, Jaejoong! You are being very nice to me even though I destroyed your house and caused to you become involved in my escape. I am very thankful. It is much easier to learn from someone else. Adapting can be challenging.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and tilted his head back.
Fingertips traced down his neck and Jaejoong batted the hand away. “Don’t.”
“I am sorry. Your skin is very soft. I will try not to touch you.”
Jaejoong kept his eyes shut and turned around to douse his head under the water.
“This water is very warm. Are showers always warm?”
“Yes,” Jaejoong said. “It feels good on my skin. Being cold does not feel good.”
“Oh, I am unaccustomed to body temperature fluctuations. Does the water keep your body warm?”
“No, it just feels good on my skin.”
“May I try?”
Jaejoong sighed and pushed him to the side. He had to wash his body anyway.
Yunho did as he did, standing under the spray and then tipping his head back and letting water coat his hair and body.
Jaejoong glanced down his body and mentally cursed. Yunho’s body was sinful, but he guessed that came with being an alien. He had muscles all over, strong pecs, cobbled abs, thick thighs and that perfect V of sin pointing to a pretty lengthy cock between his legs. Why did he need that if he never had to piss? All of his skin was a darker shade of brown than Jaejoong’s, and maybe darker than yesterday? He could not tell. Yunho had no body hair at all.
Jaejoong shut his eyes and used the bar of soap to wipe at his skin. When he was washing a foot, he shifted strangely and lost his balance.
Yunho caught him around the middle before he slipped and fell.
“This is how you clean yourself.” Yunho used his own hands to rub the soap up and down Jaejoong’s stomach.
Jaejoong twisted away from him. “Yes. Stop it.”
“You cannot reach here,” he said, a hand on Jaejoong’s back. “You are not that flexible. I will wash it for you.”
Jaejoong bit his lip against a whimper as firm hands slid up and down his back.
“You’re so delicate. So pretty. I like your skin so much. Why do you have hair on your arms and legs and around your penis?” Fingertips slipped around his hip.
Jaejoong flushed and shoved Yunho to the side to rinse off. “It’s body hair, it’s normal.”
“Normal? I was watching something last night where the man and woman did not have body hair. It was on the TV.”
Jaejoong laughed without meaning to. “Porn? Did you watch porn?”
“I do not know what ... ah, pornography. Explicit illustrations of sex usually created for other people to become aroused. Yes. I saw some of that. Is that ... not normal television?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “It’d take way too long to explain porn, so I’m not going to.”
“Sex. That is ... what they were doing? Having sex? Intercourse is the more scientific term. And mating, as well. They were mating?”
“Yes. Having sex is what people normally say.”
“They seemed to enjoy it, but they were actors who may have been faking. Their reactions did seem very contrived. Is sex enjoyable?”
“You’ve never had sex?” He looked over his shoulder in surprise.
Yunho shook his head. “My penis is only ever used to cause me pain in their experiments. I did not know it had other functions, like expelling waste and mating. Can you show me sex too?”
“No! God!”
“It is because you are not a woman,” he said and nodded. “You need to have a place to receive my penis and seed to mate.”
Jaejoong flushed and shook his head. “That’s not ... yeah, okay. We’re going to go with that.”
“Why is the hair on your head a different color than that around your penis?”
“I dye it,” Jaejoong almost growled, growing more annoyed with the stupid man standing in his shower. “It’s ... it’s just ... for entertainment. I don’t need to. I just like having my hair lighter.”
“It is many different colors, but it looks very good with your skin tone. Perhaps I can adapt that way as well. And this thing. Why do you have this here? This metal. What is its function?” His fingers slid over Jaejoong’s pierced nipple.
Jaejoong snapped his hand up and pushed his arm away. “It’s not ... it’s just a thing we do. We pierce body parts. Like our ears or eyebrows or tongues.”
He frowned. “Does that not hurt, having metal shoved under your skin? They did that to me many times.”
“Of course it hurts, but it heals after a while. It’s ... it’s like body decoration.”
Yunho frowned and reached for it again.
“Don’t,” Jaejoong said firmly.
Yunho huffed. “I am sorry. I want to touch you.”
“Whatever. You have soap all over you. Rinse off and then we’ll get out.”
“I have not performed all the steps that you did. I need to learn.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Fine. But I’m getting out.” He pushed by Yunho again and Yunho moved to the side. He flung the curtain open and stepped out, shivering at the cooler air coming from the main room.
“The water is very warm. How do I make it hotter?”
“Turn the knob toward the red. That stands for hot. The blue stands for cold.”
Jaejoong grabbed a towel and started rubbing himself down. He did not have his facial products and there was no razor to shave his face. Guess he was going to have deal with stubble for a few days. Or maybe he’d go shopping. Would the crazy alien people let him go shopping? He really needed a toothbrush.
“It is very pleasurable to touch my penis with a slick hand of soap.”
Jaejoong groaned and said, “Of course it is. God. Please don’t do that.”
“Is it wrong?”
“Only because I’m still in the bathroom. It is private.”
“Oh. I will stop.”
Jaejoong fought not to think about Yunho touching his cock or wondering how big it was when it hard. And failed.
“Fuck your planet,” he muttered and left the bathroom with his change in clothes.
Only a few minutes later, Yunho called him back. He stood in the middle of the bathroom, naked and dripping water. He was at least smart enough to turn the shower off.
“Where are the controls for the dryer?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Use a towel,” he said and tossed it to Yunho who caught it.
He wiped at his skin with it. “This is not very effective.”
“It is what we use.”
“I must wait until my skin is completely dry before putting on my jumpsuit. If it is wet, my skin can have an adverse reaction.”
“That thing is so ugly. Didn’t you want to borrow some clothes?”
“It will help me adapt. Thank you.”
Jaejoong found him similar clothes and laid them out on the bed. Yunho came into the room naked.
Jaejoong turned his head and said, “I don’t have boxers that will fit you, so just wear those.”
“Boxers? Oh, underwear. Yes. Your penis is smaller than mine. Mine will not fit in your--”
“It’s because you have a larger waist! Hell, we don’t judge underwear by the size of our dicks.”
Yunho tilted his head. “That offended you. Is that a problem? Penis size?”
Jaejoong took a deep breath. “To some, maybe, but it is just not something you say. God.”
“God? You have mentioned him a lot. Is he some sort of sexual deity?”
Jaejoong fell onto the bed and laughed in disbelief. “This is so ridiculous.”
“Your clothes smell very nice, but they are not very soft. They are loose, but the jumpsuit is much more comfortable and easier to move in.”
Jaejoong looked over at him. The sweatpants were a little short on him and his shoulders almost bulged out of the T-shirt. But he was smiling.
“Thank you for letting me use your clothes, Jaejoong.”
“Yeah, no problem.” He put his arm over his head and really hoped there was someplace nearby that he could get some coffee.
Part 3: They Live Among Us In Secret
Part 1: Take Me To Your Leader
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