Jung Yunho Is And Alien! 3/8
Title: Jung Yunho Is An Alien! 3/8
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 3: They Live Among Us In Secret
Yunho assured him that the crazy alien authorities were nowhere nearby and that Jaejoong could leave the hotel room. He just was not allowed to go home. He wouldn’t be able to anyway. He did not have his car, and when Jaejoong finally did leave the hotel room, he realized that the aliens had dropped him clear on the other side of the city.
Jaejoong did not know the area very well, but the alien assholes had been considerate enough to leave him in the middle of a business district. From the parking lot, he could see a cafe, a convenience store, a couple restaurants and bars, and a few salons. Probably a noreabang nearby or some sort of strip joint.
Jaejoong headed toward the cafe, Yunho following right behind him. Jaejoong had tried to get him to stay but how was he supposed to adapt if he stayed in a hotel room?
“What is this place?” Yunho asked, not really bothering to lower his voice.
Jaejoong winced at the few people who looked over at them. “It’s a cafe. Be quiet, please. Just listen.”
“Listening is a very good way to learn.”
Jaejoong waited in the short line and then ordered two caramel mochas, and because he was starving, he ordered two croissants full of sweet cream and fruit. He paid with his debit card since he had absolutely no cash.
Yunho made a noise next to him, but said nothing, thankfully.
Jaejoong led the way to the small lobby and sat down at a rickety wooden table. Yunho sat across from him.
“I understood that entire process. And how you gave them a payment with your card. I saw the process many times on the television. And now we wait, right?” he asked, thankfully with a lower voice. “For them to make our sustenance?”
“Coffee,” Jaejoong corrected and handed Yunho a croissant. He took a bite of it, and Yunho followed suit, smiling widely.
“It is so sweet, but very delicious. What is it?”
Jaejoong shut his eyes with a sigh. “It’s a croissant with cream and strawberries. Shut up and eat it.”
A few moments later, the barista called out Jaejoong’s name. Before he could stand, Yunho did and practically bounced over to the counter.
“Thank you very much,” he said with a bow, and the girl sort of blushed a little bit and told him to enjoy.
Jaejoong shut his eyes again. He seriously was going to need way more coffee to deal with this crazy alien man. And maybe some alcohol. God, was it too early to get drunk?
Coffee would have to do. Maybe he should have ordered eight shots.
He glanced warily at Yunho, who had supposedly never had coffee before. And Jaejoong just bought him a double shot espresso drink. Well, fuck. Yunho was already too hyper. God, so stupid. Did caffeine affect aliens differently?
“This is very interesting,” Yunho said. “I would very much like to know what it is made of.”
Jaejoong huffed. “Espresso, milk, caramel and chocolate.”
Yunho tilted his head, and then he smiled, “All of those things were in the database, so I understand. This is a form of sustenance. Of food. But in liquid form.”
“It’s a drink.”
“Sustenance on this planet is very complicated. It will take me a long time to adapt to it, but I am very eager to do so. So far, everything has tasted so wonderful, even the spicy sustenance that burned my mouth.”
Jaejoong saw a few odd looks come their way and decided that Yunho was not ready to be in public yet. He stood up. “Come on. I need some things.”
Yunho stood up. “Can we take our coffee with us?”
“Yes, of course. Stop talking.”
They left the cafe.
“Are you angry with me?”
Jaejoong huffed. “No, just you’re so stupid, it’s ridiculous and people keep looking at you funny when you talk, and I just ...”
“Ah, embarrassment. That is what you are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m ... Fuck. Fine. Yes. You’re so stupid. Not ... stupid, just, you don’t know anything.”
“That is why I must adapt. I am still learning.”
Jaejoong sped up his steps and went into the small convenience store. He bowed to the man behind the register and said hello. He heard Yunho do the same behind him.
Yunho was right. He was learning. It wasn’t his fault that Yunho didn’t know anything. Jaejoong had to try to be nicer and more understanding.
Jaejoong bought two normal sized toothbrushes and the toothpaste that he liked, shaving cream, razors, and body lotion. This place did not carry anywhere near the amount of products that he used on his face, but he found a facial cleanser that would be sufficient for his needs. The last thing he added was a pair of cheap blue flipflops and then told Yunho to pick a color he liked, because Jaejoong’s shoes were too small for his feet.
Of course, the crazy alien man picked the pink ones with yellow smiley faces on them.
Jaejoong sighed and decided not to worry about it.
After paying and then leaving the store, Yunho asked, “What were all those things for? I did not see all of them.”
Jaejoong glanced over at him and sighed. Even if Yunho was not actually an alien, it wasn’t good to be mean to him. “I will show you when we get back to the hotel room.”
Yunho smiled. “Thank you!”
Jaejoong showed him how to brush his teeth. Yunho said he did not need to do that, but Jaejoong was very firm in saying that it was very normal. With Yunho watching, he shaved the stubble off his face. Yunho was very glad that he did not have hair on his face because he did not want a sharp blade that close to this skin.
When Jaejoong used the cleanser to wash his face, Yunho picked it up and asked, “Is this what makes you so beautiful?”
Jaejoong choked on nothing and inhaled some of the water that he had just splashed onto his face. It took him a minute to stammer something about cleaning and soap and skin.
Yunho was most intrigued about the body lotion, watching in awe as Jaejoong rubbed it onto his legs and arms. “Many times they would spread things into my skin that would burn or would be painful. This is not painful. I like this a lot.”
Jaejoong smiled. “It helps keep your skin soft. Well, my skin anyway.”
“My skin is naturally soft.”
“But durable.”
“Yes. Very durable.”
Unconsciously, Jaejoong reached for him and touched his arm. His skin was soft. It felt like normal skin.
“If you can touch me, then can I touch you again? I have not for this entire day.”
Jaejoong pulled his hand away. “Sorry. Just curious.”
“So am I. Your body is very curious to me. I really wish that you would let me explore it.”
Jaejoong had no intentions of telling Yunho that he kept thinking about it and wishing he wouldn’t.
“I have learned much about your world and your country from television. Touching strangers is okay while in a crowded area, but not in an exploratory way. Many women on the television slap men who attempt to touch them. Except in the pornography. Though sometimes there is a lot of slapping in the pornography. Especially on the buttocks.”
Jaejoong cleared his throat. God, the words out of this man’s mouth. “Touching is ... well, it’s ...”
“Private?” Yunho asked, almost whispering.
“Mostly. Intrusive. Not ... we aren’t ...”
Yunho tilted his head like he did when he was thinking about something. “I understand. We are not dating. We are not a couple. We are not mating. The way I wish to touch you is definitely more along those lines. At least, from your point of view. Touching is very intimate. But from my point of view, it is merely experience, knowledge, and adaptation.”
Jaejoong cleared his throat again and nodded. “Yeah.”
“I could ask to court you. Date you. But you already know my intentions, and I have learned that asking someone out without really meaning it turns out very badly for everyone. Someone may even die.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “You are watching way too many dramas.”
“I enjoy them a lot. They are teaching me many things. You are far superior in looks to many of the actors. Maybe you should be on TV.”
Jaejoong had heard that more than once in his life. “I like my farm.”
Yunho sat cross-legged at the end of the bed. “Tell me about it.”
Jaejoong smiled. “It’s my family’s. It has been in our family for five generations. It used to be bigger, but my grandfather sold some of the land for money. I was told more than once that I needed to be married to make sure the land would stay in our family. But that probably will not happen.”
“Why not?” Yunho asked. “It is a worthy endeavor.”
“But not a good reason to marry a woman.” Jaejoong almost heard Yunho say the next question about that and he hurried to continue to talk about his goats, the garden, the chickens, his favorite little orchard. And JiJi, who hunted mice as often as he demanded treats.
“It is very different than the city where most of the dramas take place.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Very different. I lived in the city for a few years, and then my parents needed me there.”
“How old are you?” Yunho asked.
“Thirty-one. What about you?”
Yunho shrugged. “I don’t know the answer to that. I have no idea when I was created and I have no idea how many years have passed since then. Or if the years on my planet mean the same thing as the years on your planet. It is very important in your culture though. Age dictates social greetings and relationships. Based upon my knowledge, I would like to believe that we are the same age, so that we may be friends.”
Jaejoong smiled. “That is fair. Except you did invade my house and threaten to kill me.”
“Drastic measures, I know. I did not wish to do either of those things. You will be older than me. So it is fair that I must be deferential to you.”
“I’d rather we be friends,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled. “Me too! But you can be older. When is your birthday?”
“January 26, 1986.”
“Good. Mine will be after that. Your calendar is confusing, but I think that February sixth will suffice. Now, I need identification and documents that will prove my existence.”
“Those will be hard to fake.”
Yunho smiled. “But not impossible. I am an adapter.”
“After I am allowed back into my home, you can use my computer to figure out everything you need.”
His head tilted again. “You would allow me into your home? After all the things that have happened?”
Jaejoong swallowed roughly and nodded. “It’s what a friend would do.”
His smile was almost blinding, and he said, “Thank you very much. You are so nice.”
Jaejoong looked away and cleared his throat. “Are you hungry?”
“We have already eaten today.”
“I need to eat two or three times a day.”
“That is far too excessive.”
“Well, my body is not as efficient as yours and most food does not contain enough nutrients. I need to eat.”
Jaejoong found the number of the place who delivered yesterday and ordered some different items, just in case Yunho wanted to sample more food. He did like to eat.
When he hung up, Yunho was standing at the end of the bed. He looked unsure of something.
“What is it?”
“I am uncertain if this is appropriate.”
“If what is appropriate?”
Before Jaejoong could move away, Yunho stepped into him and hugged him, arms around his body, face pressed against his hair. Jaejoong froze and held his breath.
Yunho let him go. “So I was wrong. That ...”
Jaejoong shook his head. “What was it for?”
Yunho smiled. “Being nice to me. Being my friend. I do not deserve either from you.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “It was only inappropriate because I was not expecting it. We have not known each other long and well, hugging is usually ...”
Yunho nodded. “Most of the time, those on the dramas who are dating hug each other. But sometimes, friends do it too, but we are not that far into our relationship. I apologize if I offended you.”
“You’re so stupid,” Jaejoong muttered and stepped back into him, arms going right around Yunho’s waist. He held on tightly, tucking his head against Yunho’s shoulder. He was the perfect height. And so strong. God, Jaejoong should not have hugged him.
Tentatively, Yunho hugged him back.
“You didn’t offend me, you big oaf. I do not mind if you hug me.”
Or kiss me, Jaejoong thought. Or fuck me. God, shut up. Just ... he’s a weird alien man thing. And maybe that means his very long penis grows into a very large erection that can fuck into you and can last longer than the assholes who you’ve dated in the past.
Jaejoong huffed at himself and pulled away before the obvious half-hard erection was visible to Yunho. God, he was deprived. After this experience, maybe he would take Yoochun up on his offer to set him up on a blind date. Or at least go to a club to find a one night stand or something.
If it’s only going to be one night, why not just let Yunho fuck you? He does need to learn. You do have a hotel room.
Jaejoong groaned, sat on the bed and turned on the TV to distract himself.
“So I may sit here?” Yunho said and sat almost right next to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong nodded and swallowed roughly. “Sure.”
“Okay. I sorely wish to touch you. It is becoming a bit of an obsession, really. I do not understand why.”
Jaejoong swallowed. Was Yunho attracted to him and just had no idea? That was possible. “Sometimes when something is forbidden it becomes alluring.”
Yunho bumped him with his shoulder. “You are very alluring.”
“Shut up.”
They ate their dinner and watched TV for hours. Without his chores to do, life sure was boring.
When Jaejoong finally could not stay awake, it was past midnight.
“I need to sleep.”
“Your days are very short here. In the facility, I was awake for thirty-six hours and then slept for six.”
Jaejoong groaned. “I would not survive that at all.”
“You would not survive many other things in the facility before the days and nights managed to do any mental damage to you.”
Jaejoong shivered. “I’m going to sleep. You can stay up and watch TV if you want.”
“I will not disturb you.” He turned off the TV. “I must adapt, so I will lay down as well and see if I can get my body to sleep.”
Jaejoong’s heart sped up a little bit as he climbed under the covers. Yunho did not follow him, and after a moment, Jaejoong realized that he was lying on the floor again.
“Why are you on the floor?”
“Four reasons,” Yunho said, his voice very matter-of-fact. “One. I am not tired and do not wish to disrupt you while I attempt to adapt. Two. The bed is too soft, and I am used to sleeping on a hard surface. Three. It is too soon in our friendship and relationship to share a bed in such a way. And four. You are the more grievously insulted party of the two of us and you are my hyung, so you are to sleep in the bed.”
“Those are all ridiculous reasons. Well, maybe not the third one. You need to adapt. Come up and lay on the bed. It’s weird to sleep on the floor that way.”
Yunho lifted his head above the edge of the bed. “I will not disturb you?”
“No. This bed is large enough for both of us.”
“And what of our relationship?”
Jaejoong turned his back on Yunho and hoped the shaking of his voice was hidden. “It isn’t fair for you to lay on the floor when you need to adapt.”
“Thank you,” Yunho said and slipped under the blanket.
Jaejoong held his breath.
Yunho barely moved or breathed.
Jaejoong spent the next hour or so curled up as tightly as possible, trying not to move while simultaneously trying his hardest to hear anything Yunho may have done.
-o(.V.)o-
Thursday morning, the waking nightmare blurred into a brush of a good dream when Jaejoong woke up to a firm body underneath his. He loved the secure hold around his shoulder and the soft brush of fingertips along his arm.
But he did not have a boyfriend. Hadn’t had one for a long time. Maybe he still was dreaming. Was this still the dream about the crazy alien man?
Jaejoong’s eyes shot open and he looked at Yunho, who looked back a him with eyes that were not dark anymore but brown. Had they always been brown? Maybe.
He attempted to push away and yawned, his hands on Yunho’s side. God, he even had muscles here.
“You cannot be angry at me for touching you,” Yunho said. “You are the one who rolled into me.”
Jaejoong sighed. He knew that. He was such a cuddle whore.
“I attempted to wake you, but then you did not move and I figured it was okay. I did not want you to be uncomfortable.”
Like now? But it was only from embarrassment.
Jaejoong huffed again, kept his face hidden, and did not stop the hand that rubbed up his arm and into the shirt sleeve of his T-shirt.
Pleasure twisted through his body, and his ever-helpful mind asked how entirely bad it would be to teach Yunho all about sex with a man?
Bad. So very, very bad.
Jaejoong finally rolled away from his body, curling up on the other side of the bed with deep breaths, attempting to control his erection.
“It was not okay?” Yunho asked.
“It was fine,” Jaejoong replied.
“Then ...” Yunho moved. One hand slid around his waist, the other went under the pillow, supporting his head, and Yunho’s body molded against his. “Is this okay?”
Jaejoong was shaking something fierce.
“You are very tense, and that is never good, so I am sorr--”
“No,” Jaejoong said quickly. “It’s fine. Just ... it’s okay.”
And having Yunho’s dick inside you and that hand holding your leg up for a clear angle to fuck into you would definitely be okay.
Jaejoong took a few more deep breaths and attempted to relax.
“This is very comfortable,” Yunho said. “I can almost understand how you can sleep this way. It is more comfortable than lying flat.”
There were all sorts of reasons that came to his mind including how the bed and pillows were supposed to curl around your body, but the one that came out of his mouth was, “It is always nice to sleep next to someone, to be held and--” He shut up.
“I can understand that. I very much like to hold you even if I am not allowed to touch your skin.”
It was only day four. Jaejoong had a very bad feeling that by the end of the week Yunho would be doing much more than touching him. He had horrible self control when it came to sexy men who were also cute and adorable. God, this was not fair at all. This is why he surrounded himself with goats and chickens.
No, this entire situation is because you surround yourself with goats and chickens.
Jaejoong sighed and shut his eyes.
Somehow, he fell back to sleep. He wasn’t sure how, but being held had felt very nice. When he awoke, he smelled coffee, and he smiled, wondering how that was possible when he was still dreaming.
He lifted his head.
Yunho was eating something that looked very sweet, and he smiled around the bite in his mouth. “You slept a long time. I have adapted enough that I went to buy coffee. The woman remembered you from before, and she blushed when she said that, so I think she found you attractive, but she remembered your order, so I bought coffee and some delicious things called danishes. I have saved you one, but if you don’t eat it soon, I may eat it instead.”
Jaejoong chuckled, content to curl up with a pillow and just watch Yunho. He was indeed very attractive. But he did not remember ... had he always looked like that?
“You look ... different?” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled. “Thank you!”
“But ... why ...”
“I am an adapter. I have learned many things from you. I am using my body to change to fit in with your people.”
“You’re making yourself more attractive?”
Yunho’s smile widened. “You think I am attractive? Like this?”
Jaejoong blushed and said, “You were attractive before. What’s different?”
“My eyes look more like yours. So does my skin. I have attempted to recreate body hair, but that is being difficult, so instead, my skin is darker.”
“You look different, but not ... not like a different person. The changes are very subtle.”
Yunho nodded. “Then I have succeeded in adapting. But that is the easy part. The hard part is learning social customs and culture. I am glad I have the television and you to help me with that. The girl at the counter blushed very cutely when I told her she could call me oppa. Based on dramas, that was also a success.”
Jaejoong chuckled, remembering the girls from the cafe. “Definitely a success.” He finally climbed out of bed, stretching. He had not even noticed his mostly hard cock until Yunho said, “It is very interesting that your penis is erect when you awaken. I have never experienced this before.”
Jaejoong turned away with a flush and then realized that there was no use in being embarrassed. “We call it morning wood. Happens to most guys. I don’t know why. Maybe when we get back to my house you can look it up.”
“I am very interested in this. It appears that sex controls many of your social situations even in subtle ways.”
Jaejoong thought about that and nodded. “It really does. I’ve never thought of that before.”
“You do not, because it is not new to you. It is part of your conditioning.”
“Conditioning?”
“Yes. Your education. Your knowledge. It is fascinating to me. I have so much to learn. I need to find someone to show me about sex.”
Jaejoong stared at him, eyes slightly narrowed. And then he turned around and went into the bathroom before he told Yunho he was not allowed to learn about sex from anyone but him.
God, he was so fucked.
Not yet, that voice said.
Jaejoong told himself to fuck off.
Part 4: We Come In Piece
Part 2: No Sign Of Intelligent Life Anywhere
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 3: They Live Among Us In Secret
Yunho assured him that the crazy alien authorities were nowhere nearby and that Jaejoong could leave the hotel room. He just was not allowed to go home. He wouldn’t be able to anyway. He did not have his car, and when Jaejoong finally did leave the hotel room, he realized that the aliens had dropped him clear on the other side of the city.
Jaejoong did not know the area very well, but the alien assholes had been considerate enough to leave him in the middle of a business district. From the parking lot, he could see a cafe, a convenience store, a couple restaurants and bars, and a few salons. Probably a noreabang nearby or some sort of strip joint.
Jaejoong headed toward the cafe, Yunho following right behind him. Jaejoong had tried to get him to stay but how was he supposed to adapt if he stayed in a hotel room?
“What is this place?” Yunho asked, not really bothering to lower his voice.
Jaejoong winced at the few people who looked over at them. “It’s a cafe. Be quiet, please. Just listen.”
“Listening is a very good way to learn.”
Jaejoong waited in the short line and then ordered two caramel mochas, and because he was starving, he ordered two croissants full of sweet cream and fruit. He paid with his debit card since he had absolutely no cash.
Yunho made a noise next to him, but said nothing, thankfully.
Jaejoong led the way to the small lobby and sat down at a rickety wooden table. Yunho sat across from him.
“I understood that entire process. And how you gave them a payment with your card. I saw the process many times on the television. And now we wait, right?” he asked, thankfully with a lower voice. “For them to make our sustenance?”
“Coffee,” Jaejoong corrected and handed Yunho a croissant. He took a bite of it, and Yunho followed suit, smiling widely.
“It is so sweet, but very delicious. What is it?”
Jaejoong shut his eyes with a sigh. “It’s a croissant with cream and strawberries. Shut up and eat it.”
A few moments later, the barista called out Jaejoong’s name. Before he could stand, Yunho did and practically bounced over to the counter.
“Thank you very much,” he said with a bow, and the girl sort of blushed a little bit and told him to enjoy.
Jaejoong shut his eyes again. He seriously was going to need way more coffee to deal with this crazy alien man. And maybe some alcohol. God, was it too early to get drunk?
Coffee would have to do. Maybe he should have ordered eight shots.
He glanced warily at Yunho, who had supposedly never had coffee before. And Jaejoong just bought him a double shot espresso drink. Well, fuck. Yunho was already too hyper. God, so stupid. Did caffeine affect aliens differently?
“This is very interesting,” Yunho said. “I would very much like to know what it is made of.”
Jaejoong huffed. “Espresso, milk, caramel and chocolate.”
Yunho tilted his head, and then he smiled, “All of those things were in the database, so I understand. This is a form of sustenance. Of food. But in liquid form.”
“It’s a drink.”
“Sustenance on this planet is very complicated. It will take me a long time to adapt to it, but I am very eager to do so. So far, everything has tasted so wonderful, even the spicy sustenance that burned my mouth.”
Jaejoong saw a few odd looks come their way and decided that Yunho was not ready to be in public yet. He stood up. “Come on. I need some things.”
Yunho stood up. “Can we take our coffee with us?”
“Yes, of course. Stop talking.”
They left the cafe.
“Are you angry with me?”
Jaejoong huffed. “No, just you’re so stupid, it’s ridiculous and people keep looking at you funny when you talk, and I just ...”
“Ah, embarrassment. That is what you are.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“I’m ... Fuck. Fine. Yes. You’re so stupid. Not ... stupid, just, you don’t know anything.”
“That is why I must adapt. I am still learning.”
Jaejoong sped up his steps and went into the small convenience store. He bowed to the man behind the register and said hello. He heard Yunho do the same behind him.
Yunho was right. He was learning. It wasn’t his fault that Yunho didn’t know anything. Jaejoong had to try to be nicer and more understanding.
Jaejoong bought two normal sized toothbrushes and the toothpaste that he liked, shaving cream, razors, and body lotion. This place did not carry anywhere near the amount of products that he used on his face, but he found a facial cleanser that would be sufficient for his needs. The last thing he added was a pair of cheap blue flipflops and then told Yunho to pick a color he liked, because Jaejoong’s shoes were too small for his feet.
Of course, the crazy alien man picked the pink ones with yellow smiley faces on them.
Jaejoong sighed and decided not to worry about it.
After paying and then leaving the store, Yunho asked, “What were all those things for? I did not see all of them.”
Jaejoong glanced over at him and sighed. Even if Yunho was not actually an alien, it wasn’t good to be mean to him. “I will show you when we get back to the hotel room.”
Yunho smiled. “Thank you!”
Jaejoong showed him how to brush his teeth. Yunho said he did not need to do that, but Jaejoong was very firm in saying that it was very normal. With Yunho watching, he shaved the stubble off his face. Yunho was very glad that he did not have hair on his face because he did not want a sharp blade that close to this skin.
When Jaejoong used the cleanser to wash his face, Yunho picked it up and asked, “Is this what makes you so beautiful?”
Jaejoong choked on nothing and inhaled some of the water that he had just splashed onto his face. It took him a minute to stammer something about cleaning and soap and skin.
Yunho was most intrigued about the body lotion, watching in awe as Jaejoong rubbed it onto his legs and arms. “Many times they would spread things into my skin that would burn or would be painful. This is not painful. I like this a lot.”
Jaejoong smiled. “It helps keep your skin soft. Well, my skin anyway.”
“My skin is naturally soft.”
“But durable.”
“Yes. Very durable.”
Unconsciously, Jaejoong reached for him and touched his arm. His skin was soft. It felt like normal skin.
“If you can touch me, then can I touch you again? I have not for this entire day.”
Jaejoong pulled his hand away. “Sorry. Just curious.”
“So am I. Your body is very curious to me. I really wish that you would let me explore it.”
Jaejoong had no intentions of telling Yunho that he kept thinking about it and wishing he wouldn’t.
“I have learned much about your world and your country from television. Touching strangers is okay while in a crowded area, but not in an exploratory way. Many women on the television slap men who attempt to touch them. Except in the pornography. Though sometimes there is a lot of slapping in the pornography. Especially on the buttocks.”
Jaejoong cleared his throat. God, the words out of this man’s mouth. “Touching is ... well, it’s ...”
“Private?” Yunho asked, almost whispering.
“Mostly. Intrusive. Not ... we aren’t ...”
Yunho tilted his head like he did when he was thinking about something. “I understand. We are not dating. We are not a couple. We are not mating. The way I wish to touch you is definitely more along those lines. At least, from your point of view. Touching is very intimate. But from my point of view, it is merely experience, knowledge, and adaptation.”
Jaejoong cleared his throat again and nodded. “Yeah.”
“I could ask to court you. Date you. But you already know my intentions, and I have learned that asking someone out without really meaning it turns out very badly for everyone. Someone may even die.”
Jaejoong chuckled. “You are watching way too many dramas.”
“I enjoy them a lot. They are teaching me many things. You are far superior in looks to many of the actors. Maybe you should be on TV.”
Jaejoong had heard that more than once in his life. “I like my farm.”
Yunho sat cross-legged at the end of the bed. “Tell me about it.”
Jaejoong smiled. “It’s my family’s. It has been in our family for five generations. It used to be bigger, but my grandfather sold some of the land for money. I was told more than once that I needed to be married to make sure the land would stay in our family. But that probably will not happen.”
“Why not?” Yunho asked. “It is a worthy endeavor.”
“But not a good reason to marry a woman.” Jaejoong almost heard Yunho say the next question about that and he hurried to continue to talk about his goats, the garden, the chickens, his favorite little orchard. And JiJi, who hunted mice as often as he demanded treats.
“It is very different than the city where most of the dramas take place.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Very different. I lived in the city for a few years, and then my parents needed me there.”
“How old are you?” Yunho asked.
“Thirty-one. What about you?”
Yunho shrugged. “I don’t know the answer to that. I have no idea when I was created and I have no idea how many years have passed since then. Or if the years on my planet mean the same thing as the years on your planet. It is very important in your culture though. Age dictates social greetings and relationships. Based upon my knowledge, I would like to believe that we are the same age, so that we may be friends.”
Jaejoong smiled. “That is fair. Except you did invade my house and threaten to kill me.”
“Drastic measures, I know. I did not wish to do either of those things. You will be older than me. So it is fair that I must be deferential to you.”
“I’d rather we be friends,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled. “Me too! But you can be older. When is your birthday?”
“January 26, 1986.”
“Good. Mine will be after that. Your calendar is confusing, but I think that February sixth will suffice. Now, I need identification and documents that will prove my existence.”
“Those will be hard to fake.”
Yunho smiled. “But not impossible. I am an adapter.”
“After I am allowed back into my home, you can use my computer to figure out everything you need.”
His head tilted again. “You would allow me into your home? After all the things that have happened?”
Jaejoong swallowed roughly and nodded. “It’s what a friend would do.”
His smile was almost blinding, and he said, “Thank you very much. You are so nice.”
Jaejoong looked away and cleared his throat. “Are you hungry?”
“We have already eaten today.”
“I need to eat two or three times a day.”
“That is far too excessive.”
“Well, my body is not as efficient as yours and most food does not contain enough nutrients. I need to eat.”
Jaejoong found the number of the place who delivered yesterday and ordered some different items, just in case Yunho wanted to sample more food. He did like to eat.
When he hung up, Yunho was standing at the end of the bed. He looked unsure of something.
“What is it?”
“I am uncertain if this is appropriate.”
“If what is appropriate?”
Before Jaejoong could move away, Yunho stepped into him and hugged him, arms around his body, face pressed against his hair. Jaejoong froze and held his breath.
Yunho let him go. “So I was wrong. That ...”
Jaejoong shook his head. “What was it for?”
Yunho smiled. “Being nice to me. Being my friend. I do not deserve either from you.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “It was only inappropriate because I was not expecting it. We have not known each other long and well, hugging is usually ...”
Yunho nodded. “Most of the time, those on the dramas who are dating hug each other. But sometimes, friends do it too, but we are not that far into our relationship. I apologize if I offended you.”
“You’re so stupid,” Jaejoong muttered and stepped back into him, arms going right around Yunho’s waist. He held on tightly, tucking his head against Yunho’s shoulder. He was the perfect height. And so strong. God, Jaejoong should not have hugged him.
Tentatively, Yunho hugged him back.
“You didn’t offend me, you big oaf. I do not mind if you hug me.”
Or kiss me, Jaejoong thought. Or fuck me. God, shut up. Just ... he’s a weird alien man thing. And maybe that means his very long penis grows into a very large erection that can fuck into you and can last longer than the assholes who you’ve dated in the past.
Jaejoong huffed at himself and pulled away before the obvious half-hard erection was visible to Yunho. God, he was deprived. After this experience, maybe he would take Yoochun up on his offer to set him up on a blind date. Or at least go to a club to find a one night stand or something.
If it’s only going to be one night, why not just let Yunho fuck you? He does need to learn. You do have a hotel room.
Jaejoong groaned, sat on the bed and turned on the TV to distract himself.
“So I may sit here?” Yunho said and sat almost right next to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong nodded and swallowed roughly. “Sure.”
“Okay. I sorely wish to touch you. It is becoming a bit of an obsession, really. I do not understand why.”
Jaejoong swallowed. Was Yunho attracted to him and just had no idea? That was possible. “Sometimes when something is forbidden it becomes alluring.”
Yunho bumped him with his shoulder. “You are very alluring.”
“Shut up.”
They ate their dinner and watched TV for hours. Without his chores to do, life sure was boring.
When Jaejoong finally could not stay awake, it was past midnight.
“I need to sleep.”
“Your days are very short here. In the facility, I was awake for thirty-six hours and then slept for six.”
Jaejoong groaned. “I would not survive that at all.”
“You would not survive many other things in the facility before the days and nights managed to do any mental damage to you.”
Jaejoong shivered. “I’m going to sleep. You can stay up and watch TV if you want.”
“I will not disturb you.” He turned off the TV. “I must adapt, so I will lay down as well and see if I can get my body to sleep.”
Jaejoong’s heart sped up a little bit as he climbed under the covers. Yunho did not follow him, and after a moment, Jaejoong realized that he was lying on the floor again.
“Why are you on the floor?”
“Four reasons,” Yunho said, his voice very matter-of-fact. “One. I am not tired and do not wish to disrupt you while I attempt to adapt. Two. The bed is too soft, and I am used to sleeping on a hard surface. Three. It is too soon in our friendship and relationship to share a bed in such a way. And four. You are the more grievously insulted party of the two of us and you are my hyung, so you are to sleep in the bed.”
“Those are all ridiculous reasons. Well, maybe not the third one. You need to adapt. Come up and lay on the bed. It’s weird to sleep on the floor that way.”
Yunho lifted his head above the edge of the bed. “I will not disturb you?”
“No. This bed is large enough for both of us.”
“And what of our relationship?”
Jaejoong turned his back on Yunho and hoped the shaking of his voice was hidden. “It isn’t fair for you to lay on the floor when you need to adapt.”
“Thank you,” Yunho said and slipped under the blanket.
Jaejoong held his breath.
Yunho barely moved or breathed.
Jaejoong spent the next hour or so curled up as tightly as possible, trying not to move while simultaneously trying his hardest to hear anything Yunho may have done.
-o(.V.)o-
Thursday morning, the waking nightmare blurred into a brush of a good dream when Jaejoong woke up to a firm body underneath his. He loved the secure hold around his shoulder and the soft brush of fingertips along his arm.
But he did not have a boyfriend. Hadn’t had one for a long time. Maybe he still was dreaming. Was this still the dream about the crazy alien man?
Jaejoong’s eyes shot open and he looked at Yunho, who looked back a him with eyes that were not dark anymore but brown. Had they always been brown? Maybe.
He attempted to push away and yawned, his hands on Yunho’s side. God, he even had muscles here.
“You cannot be angry at me for touching you,” Yunho said. “You are the one who rolled into me.”
Jaejoong sighed. He knew that. He was such a cuddle whore.
“I attempted to wake you, but then you did not move and I figured it was okay. I did not want you to be uncomfortable.”
Like now? But it was only from embarrassment.
Jaejoong huffed again, kept his face hidden, and did not stop the hand that rubbed up his arm and into the shirt sleeve of his T-shirt.
Pleasure twisted through his body, and his ever-helpful mind asked how entirely bad it would be to teach Yunho all about sex with a man?
Bad. So very, very bad.
Jaejoong finally rolled away from his body, curling up on the other side of the bed with deep breaths, attempting to control his erection.
“It was not okay?” Yunho asked.
“It was fine,” Jaejoong replied.
“Then ...” Yunho moved. One hand slid around his waist, the other went under the pillow, supporting his head, and Yunho’s body molded against his. “Is this okay?”
Jaejoong was shaking something fierce.
“You are very tense, and that is never good, so I am sorr--”
“No,” Jaejoong said quickly. “It’s fine. Just ... it’s okay.”
And having Yunho’s dick inside you and that hand holding your leg up for a clear angle to fuck into you would definitely be okay.
Jaejoong took a few more deep breaths and attempted to relax.
“This is very comfortable,” Yunho said. “I can almost understand how you can sleep this way. It is more comfortable than lying flat.”
There were all sorts of reasons that came to his mind including how the bed and pillows were supposed to curl around your body, but the one that came out of his mouth was, “It is always nice to sleep next to someone, to be held and--” He shut up.
“I can understand that. I very much like to hold you even if I am not allowed to touch your skin.”
It was only day four. Jaejoong had a very bad feeling that by the end of the week Yunho would be doing much more than touching him. He had horrible self control when it came to sexy men who were also cute and adorable. God, this was not fair at all. This is why he surrounded himself with goats and chickens.
No, this entire situation is because you surround yourself with goats and chickens.
Jaejoong sighed and shut his eyes.
Somehow, he fell back to sleep. He wasn’t sure how, but being held had felt very nice. When he awoke, he smelled coffee, and he smiled, wondering how that was possible when he was still dreaming.
He lifted his head.
Yunho was eating something that looked very sweet, and he smiled around the bite in his mouth. “You slept a long time. I have adapted enough that I went to buy coffee. The woman remembered you from before, and she blushed when she said that, so I think she found you attractive, but she remembered your order, so I bought coffee and some delicious things called danishes. I have saved you one, but if you don’t eat it soon, I may eat it instead.”
Jaejoong chuckled, content to curl up with a pillow and just watch Yunho. He was indeed very attractive. But he did not remember ... had he always looked like that?
“You look ... different?” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled. “Thank you!”
“But ... why ...”
“I am an adapter. I have learned many things from you. I am using my body to change to fit in with your people.”
“You’re making yourself more attractive?”
Yunho’s smile widened. “You think I am attractive? Like this?”
Jaejoong blushed and said, “You were attractive before. What’s different?”
“My eyes look more like yours. So does my skin. I have attempted to recreate body hair, but that is being difficult, so instead, my skin is darker.”
“You look different, but not ... not like a different person. The changes are very subtle.”
Yunho nodded. “Then I have succeeded in adapting. But that is the easy part. The hard part is learning social customs and culture. I am glad I have the television and you to help me with that. The girl at the counter blushed very cutely when I told her she could call me oppa. Based on dramas, that was also a success.”
Jaejoong chuckled, remembering the girls from the cafe. “Definitely a success.” He finally climbed out of bed, stretching. He had not even noticed his mostly hard cock until Yunho said, “It is very interesting that your penis is erect when you awaken. I have never experienced this before.”
Jaejoong turned away with a flush and then realized that there was no use in being embarrassed. “We call it morning wood. Happens to most guys. I don’t know why. Maybe when we get back to my house you can look it up.”
“I am very interested in this. It appears that sex controls many of your social situations even in subtle ways.”
Jaejoong thought about that and nodded. “It really does. I’ve never thought of that before.”
“You do not, because it is not new to you. It is part of your conditioning.”
“Conditioning?”
“Yes. Your education. Your knowledge. It is fascinating to me. I have so much to learn. I need to find someone to show me about sex.”
Jaejoong stared at him, eyes slightly narrowed. And then he turned around and went into the bathroom before he told Yunho he was not allowed to learn about sex from anyone but him.
God, he was so fucked.
Not yet, that voice said.
Jaejoong told himself to fuck off.
Part 4: We Come In Piece
Part 2: No Sign Of Intelligent Life Anywhere
Part 1: Take Me To Your Leader
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